A downside to the modern day technology that’s supposed to bring about convenience here, translated…
After I’d heard that everybody’s playing candy crush, I’d held it in for so very long, and finally, in the summers, I’d gotten me a smartphone, and, ever since, I was kidnapped by it.
Just like being in love, the days we shared at the very beginning are so wonderful. I’d wheezed through the chores inside the household, and, whenever I’d found time to spare, I’d buried myself in the fun of passing every level, and my two sons are both affected dearly by me too, and would talk with me on how to pass the levels. Before bedtime, the three of us would crowd around the cell phones, which replaced our bedtime story rituals that we’d kept.
What’s more magical, was that in the morning, when I’d put on the ring of the game, the two sleepy kids would automatic wake, and they wouldn’t give me any trouble, waking them up again, even my youngest, who never had a big appetite, when I’d given him the game to play, he would finish up his meals without much troubles. I naively believed, that so long as I’d used this to my advantage, then, I can help my children change their unwanted behaviors, and I’d rationalized why I am allowed to play the games more and more.
Slowly, however, the problems started surfacing, I would get super angry when my kids secretly played my unfinished game; and, when I’d gotten STUCK on a level, I’d get up in the middle of the nights, and, try to pass it secretly; and, every time I’d pass fifteen levels, the two days afterwards would be especially hard to crack; my children too, our conversations became limited to “crush”, they did not get drawn to the point that they couldn’t eat or sleep, but, they’d started yelling out the names of the candies in the middle of the nights in their dreams, and my two sons would fight over the game, and they’d lost interests in other things in their lives.
My husband reminded me, that my life had been kidnapped by crush already, but I’d believed, that so long as I don’t play the game in front of my children, then, things will look up, until that evening………
Just as usual, as I’d put my youngest down to sleep, I’d started playing crush next to him, and my oldest son snuck into the room abruptly, and I’d feared that the sounds from the game would wake my child up, and I’d taken my oldest to the living room to play. When we’re hot on the games, there came a huge THUD from the bedrooms, my youngest had fallen off the bed! My husband quickly rushed my son to the hospitals, and I’d broken down, and worried like crazy at home, and prayed to the gods, that my child is okay.
Thankfully, my son is okay, but, after this hard-hitting wake up call, I’d quit the game I’d kept to for three months, the game that’s gotten to level 275, and since then, I’d broken free from ITS controls.
I’m grateful to the heavens, for giving me this LOUD warning sign, to allow me to enjoy watching my kids in their sweet dreams, to enjoy every blank moment in my life, to NO longer feel the need to use cell phone gaming, to feel up the boring moments in my life.
And, here is HER wake up call, her son fell off the bed, and got a bump, and that, was enough to get the mother to Q-U-I-T, because this wakeup call helped her set her priorities straight.