Friday, February 19, 2010


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!


Anonymous said...

Here in Iowa it is snowing...AGAIN.
Maybe video games were invented for people who have to endure long prairie winters stuck in a one room cabin...

Camille said...

A couple of kids have walked over from Grammy's. Now they have racquets and balls out, swinging away at an improvised game of lawn tennis. I'm loving this!