The kids and I had a battle in the living room the other day. When I say battle, I don’t mean the usual battle with my kids— getting chores accomplished. I mean the fun kind of battle with vehicles and action figures.
These days, when I say kids, I mean my two younger children, the littles as my wife and I sometimes refer to them in texts and phone calls. My oldest is now 14 and, while she will always be my kid, she is not so much a kid anymore. She’s more interested in her phone, tablet and laptop than she is in sitting on the floor and making little plastic heroes and villains battle for the fate of the world.
It makes me a little wistful to realize she’s now too grown for such things. At least I still have the other two for a few more years. When the time comes, rather than get rid of He-Man, Skeletor, and the rest, I’ll just carefully pack them away. With luck (and a few lifestyle changes) I will hopefully still be alive to share them with the grandkids.
