The boys have seen a lot of road this summer. I asked them what was their favourite part of road tripping. It wasn’t the family comraderie, or the cultural exposure, nor was it the thrill of seeing more of their country. My two older boys admitted happily that the video games were the best part. Ouch. Am I letting them spend too much time staring at their mini screens so that they’re missing out on the scenery right outside their windows? Perhaps. But it’s hard to resist the quiet that accompanies their preoccupation with graphic images floating before their eyes.
My youngest son, however, spoke up after his brothers. “I liked seeing all the things, Mom.”
He is, of course, the one who cares the least for video games. On the other hand, he’s also the one who asks every 3o minutes, “How much longer till we get there?”
Regardless of whether my kids soaked in every moment of every experience we had throughout the road trips, the memories that matter most, that will sink into their very characters, are those of spending time together. And that, my fellow road warriors, is going to happen with or without the DS Nintendos.
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