I dusted off my wooden chessboard this past weekend. My son was sick so I thought ‘hey, a captive audience, I’ll at least be able to teach him how the pieces move’. To my surprise, he enjoyed the game. It’s a real blessing being a parent and, after you see your child struggle with various life skills too difficult for them to YET master, to see them explode onto the scene with a love for something complicated, and have hidden critical thinking skills that you didn’t yet know existed.
Chess is a difficult game, and requires a player to think ahead, and to juggle various components of a board game on one’s own mental landscape. My son was able to do that, and, was able to match me during his second game.
Is this my Christmas brag rag? Yes I suppose. I’m just proud of my son and wanted to write it down.