Board Gaming

 Went to a board gaming event at the Asian Civilization Museum - It was a really fun evening and I ended up meeting a group of board gamers here in Singapore. 

 I also played 4 games - 3 of which I had never played before -


  1. Chai Garam, a worker placement mechanic where you are running a tea stall to collect reviews;
  2. Century Golem where you build a gem collection engine - similar to Splendor but different mechanics
  3. & Secret Hitler which is a social deduction game.


It was only the next day that wifey pointed out something I didn't notice at all - I didn't play any games exclusively with my daughter.

Girl z is 8 and Boy Z is 10 - I tend to play games with him more often because he instinctively picks up and understands more complex games.

Except, she still needs my attention.

And I need to get better at recognizing it.

Boy Z is cautious, careful, diligent, loves to read. Girl Z is a happy skipping lark who likes shiny objects. Boy Z takes time to open up. Girl Z will chat happily with everyone under the sun. This isn't a gender difference—it's a personality difference. Nature wanted to maximize the chances of at least one of them surviving, so it made their personalities as far away from each other as possible.

So how do I parent this endless well of joy and laughter — a boundless current of thoughts so lively that even a troupe of chattering monkeys couldn’t keep up?

The answer is surprisingly simple. And yet it took me this long to see it. 

I grew up with this mental model in my head of what I want my kids to learn and know - multiple languages, a martial art,  a musical instrument, a sport etc. It didn't matter what those individual activities were as long as they tried it out. I was /still am horrible at dancing and figured if they learn, they will be 'cool'. I was decent at chess and so I hoped they would learn that as well. I figured the world is 70% water so they should at least know how to swim. Though I also know non swimmers are actually less likely to drown because they stay far from the water in the first place.  

My point is, everything that I expect from them are my expectations

Let me narrow it down to one specific example - Reading. I read 60-100 books a year. It's the most amazing thing in the world for me to be alone in a  room with a pile of books to read.

Little z hates reading. As hard as that is for me to wrap my head around, that's who she is. Not a version of her that needs fixing. Not a work in progress. Just her.

I've been pushing them to want what I want them to want. That doesn't work.

It's not very different from the trope of the Indian parent urging their kids to become engineers or doctors.

Also, she can really really dig her heels in when she feels she is being made to do something she doesn't want to do. Like a feral cat on steroids. This is definitely a gene from wifey.

The real lesson isn't about adapting to different personality types—it's simpler than that. It's about showing up for my kids as they actually are, not as I imagined them. Girl Z doesn't need me to convince her to love books or learning in the way I do. She needs me to notice when she's in the room. To pick a game with her. To see her.

That's what I'm going to do differently.



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