I love to read. It’s like breathing. And I come from a long line of genteel but victorious word game players. My daddy perused the Reader’s Digest’s Word Power page while my mama’s parents routinely required the children to reference the dictionary during the dinner hour (something that could quite possibly be fatal if ever tried here in our house).
I met my husband at college – a place where reading is a survival skill if there ever was one. And as the sing-song goes, “first came love, then came marriage, then came a baby in a baby carriage,” who by the way, was born to read. SO you can imagine my delight collecting every book known to man! (Honey, we need more bookcases….) I remember thinking, “these books will be devoured by ALL our children! Just think of the valuable lessons they will soak up….” Oh the places we’ll go, to quote Dr. Seuss.
Did NOT happen.
Turns out, our firstborn was not only first, but also the only reader. I married a (brilliant) nonreader, so maybe that explains (in a Mendel sort of way) why we (meaning I) gave birth to two more non-readers. But no scientific study predicted our firstborn marrying a nonreader (introducing bookcases into their new home) and our 3rd born seriously dating a nonreader, bringing us to a grand total of 5 out of 7.
Do you know what this means??
It means, quite simply, there are some games we will NEVER be playing as a family. This we learned, after much trial and some error.
For instance, no Bananagrams, Scrabble, Boggle, or any kind of spelling/vocabulary/word game. No more Gestures or Taboo. That’s just ASKING for trouble. Timed reading with an audience = how to kill fun in one minute or less.
So, you may ask, what do you DO during those proverbial family game times??
Dutch Blitz, Mexican dominoes, Settlers of Bataan, Triaminoes, Blokus, Up the River/Down the River, Ticket to Ride, Sequence… (These companies are not paying me to advertise, it’s just that you couldn’t pay me to try any more “family game time” otherwise.) Oh, and it may interest you to know my kids learned poker (does not require reading) from one of my best friends’ children when they were home on furlough from the mission field. In middle school.
To be clear: my life is incredibly richer being introduced to another angle of life by these loved ones who live amazing lives without reading books. I wouldn’t trade any one of them for all the books or any word game in the world.
(BUT if you ever want to play a game of Bananagrams, you can reach me at 1-800-Just-Kidding)