It's late Friday afternoon. Schoolwork for the week is complete. Daily chores checked off. And where are my kids? Here's a clue: They are not playing PlayStation or Wii!!
I am typing away at the kitchen counter. Outside, the sun is shining and the thermometer reads a balmy 66 degrees. Through the front window, I see my gang earnestly engaged in some type of archery competition. I watched as the boys made a series of targets and planted them in different locations across the front yard. I heard one son giving a refresher course in shooting the bow to his 10-year-old sister. And now, I hear bursts of laughter, an occasional yell of delight, and quite a few exclamations over missed targets. Heads go bobbing past the window, first in one direction and then back again. A loud cheer - someone must have shot well!
They've forgotten the Great Glowing Eye, the umbilical cords connected to hand-held controllers, the "missions" to conquer alien planets or to jump cartoon cows over scarecrows. Shhhh! Don't remind them! Shhhh! Don't tell!
6 days ago