I am an avid game enthusiast. It started with the best marketing scheme ever. Think of what children want, draw pictures of that visual smorgasbord, minimize that imagery and duplicate it onto small floppy pieces of glossy cardboard. Then re-size those drippy gooey sweet messes onto a board that could smother the drippy tongue wagging youth that begs to touch it. And there lies the genius of Candy Land or is it candyland. If it’s not, it should be. Why waste the effort of seperating the things that will always be stuck together. And is it that simple? Can things be unstuck, untethered, pieced a part? It seems as of the brain develops, these small pieces get thrown a part and disconnected and as it happens to be for my favorite childhood game… Just lost, and mean lost because if I could retrieve this game as an adult, then it shall be retrieved yet again.
Have you played dice? the developmentally turn this game offers is also genius. My new favorite is a spin on Yahtzee combined with a little poker step-in. It’s called - YamSlam. What the name lacks , the pieces make up for. Five perfectly squared dice in two colors. You grip them tight, then let them go. You look at them, those round turned faces of numbers; then congregate them into a point value. Don’t like what you see? Then roll again. You have two more chances. And 90% of the time , you end up with some value for your effort.
I reached a breaking point today. I’m not afraid to admit this. My ego protects me when I lash out as I did today at my four. My ego made them the game pieces I’ve rolled that made me lose.
Did you hear that?
If you didn’t , let me be your audible road map in this journey.
Candy Land… Oooohhh(finger scrolls down for more nostalgia). Right pointer finger clicks on Facebook for new status update. Update reads : Candyland , remember that? Right finger then clicks again then rolls the back of the mouse for status updates and likes and comments, and why didn’t my best friend comment yet? Click! Oh, she’s working. What is she working on? Why is her life more important then mine? Well of course she’s wearing that dress. CLiCk! hey other friend that liked our mutual friends status, why didn’t? Omg why am I being a BFT (big - turn your eyes away - fucking - terd?)
What was I talking about ? How did I get lost? Where did I start in the first place? Did I really start with CandyLand? Why didn’t I capitalize the letters ? What does this all mean?
It means, for those of you I haven’t lost. Is that it’s very easy to get swept up and distracted by pretty colorful game pieces that turn up as a Facebook status you never meant to click on.
It means that my status now is simple. It started in fifth grade at the edge of breaking into puberty. That status was tiny rows of interlocking hearts . I filled those hearts with evolving rows of initials over the years. I stopped drawing them when I had kids .I encapsulated them when I met Sean. Yes… Life is a gamble and a game. Yes I’m often apologetic to my children when I get angry at them for not knowing my game. But when we all go to sleep, we know we are loved and that we aren’t a gamble. And that we can start fresh tomorrow because the game is us. And none of us will lose it or take it for granted or not remember the gooey sticky colorful pieces that keep us together.