I found myself losing touch with my son recently. At just 11 years old, he isn’t much of a talker, and since his father passed away seven months ago, his silence has felt even heavier. It seems he inherited his father’s quiet nature, which has both intrigued and frustrated me over the years. His little sisters certainly fill the house with chatter, yet it feels like my son only grunts in response when I ask him to do things like put his laundry away.
He completes his summer homework, attends basketball practice, and sometimes rides bikes with friends, but like many boys his age, you can usually find him in the basement, engrossed in Fortnite. It’s a challenge to get him to pull himself away from that game.
Remembering the old saying, “If you can’t beat them, join them,” I decided to give it a try. I asked him if I could play Fortnite with him, and his reaction was priceless—he looked as if I’d just offered him a lifetime ticket to an amusement park with unlimited candy.
Having last played video games in the late ’80s with Super Mario Brothers, I knew I was in for a humorous experience. My son clearly thought so too.
For the next hour, I jumped out of a flying bus (or what I assumed was a bus) onto different landscapes, dying repeatedly as I struggled through the game. My son patiently taught me how to break down cabin doors and search treasure chests. He shared strategies for various locations, like Lucky Landing and Tilted Towers, while trying to help me survive. I even faced off against a player named Speckled Sauce, who eliminated me from behind. “That wasn’t very nice,” I joked, enjoying the sound of my son’s laughter.
In that moment, I lost track of everything else. I was completely immersed in the joy of spending time with my son, who I adore but often find difficult to connect with. He laughed at my ineptitude, grabbing the controller to assist me, and in those 58 minutes, he spoke more than I had heard from him in months. He even told me I placed 11th out of 50 players, which felt like a significant victory to me.
As I reveled in this moment of joy with my son—who will always be the beautiful child his father and I brought into this world—I realized how far we would go to connect with our children. Sometimes it means jumping from a virtual bus or running through a Fortnite landscape. Sometimes it’s about overcoming challenges, whether together or alone.
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In summary, playing Fortnite with my son opened up a new line of communication and connection, reminding me how important it is to engage with him in his world. This experience was a joyful reminder of the lengths we go to for the happiness of our children.
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