I have two kids. A five year old son and a few month old daughter.
I also have 5 million games to play and write about.
I have little to no time to balance both.
My kids are my world. I love them to death. My 5 year old is getting into gaming with Mario, Plants Vs Zombies and Minecraft. I think it's awesome. What it means is that the games I am playing are mostly easy. (And frustrating if you have ever had a toddler throw you off a cliff in Super Mario 3D World).
So when I get that ever so rare time to play a new game (without falling asleep in traditional dad fashion) I am SO ready to play something with a challenge or more adult. I will bring on a Dark Souls or DOOM Eternal and I realize that it's almost WAY too much. Going from happy go lucky jumping to adrenaline filled decapitations can be pretty jarring. I have all of a sudden lost my ability to do anything other than jump on blocks and throw turtle shells. My fingers are all of a sudden that of a mummy. My gaming awareness becomes comparable to a turkey. I LOSE MY ABILITY TO GAME AS AN ADULT.
It's by no means a negative as I feel there are plenty of benefits to gaming with your little ones (within reasonable expectations of course). Plus it's bonding time! My son loves talking to me about his latest builds or new achievements while my daughter babbles and thinks of us as crazy people.
I just never thought of myself ever being a gamer dad and here we are. It's a strange place to be but it's a lovely one. Building a dirt castle in Minecraft to annihilating (or being annihilated) in the latest FPS. It's a whirlwind of gaming emotions and dang is it sweet.
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