I think my youngest has forgiven me because this week I agreed to play Monopoly with him. Now I grew up playing a pretty cutthroat style of Monopoly with the kids in my neighborhood and have continued the strategy that worked so well back then.
My son remembers my style of play from the last time we played — how I put houses and hotels on all my properties and he declared it his mission to not allow me to have a “monopoly” — even if it meant spending every last dollar that he had. It was an enjoyable evening with the game finally being called at bedtime without an official winner.
My boys would just as well stay at home and play video games if you gave them a choice; and then there is my daughter. I have seen less and less of her lately because of her never ending social calendar. She became a teenager last December and she hasn’t looked back.
She is busy doing a local version of the television show “American Idol” and she will be performing this weekend. I have missed her this summer while she has been preparing for her show and doing the things that teenage girls do. I was able to secure the day off so I can see her show this weekend. I look forward to some one on one time with just her while my boys are at church camp.
My oldest son lives 1,500 miles away in Layton, Utah, a suburb of Salt Lake City, and I wish I had more opportunity to see him. He attends college at Weber State University there and is enjoying his first year of marriage. Earlier this year he was able to bring his wife here to enjoy our area and we all got the chance to get to know one another better.