I am excited to welcome back Jenny Kanevsky to Ripped Jeans and Bifocals. Jenny is one of my fellow Blunt Moms…you might remember her from THIS guest post awhile back. She was a great guest and she's a great friend, so I asked if she wanted to come back…and she said yes! Jenny is one of my IRL (in real life) friends, too. We don't live too far from each other and we recently had lunch together. And of course, there was wine. The picture was taken before the vino showed up.
Remember musical chairs? I haven't seen this played in forever. Is it still a thing? Jenny raises some great points here…read it and let her know what you think in the comments, and be sure to follow her blog, too!
Remember those games of childhood like Musical Chairs and Duck Duck Goose? There are others, games of elimination, games of anxiety and racing and then being “out.” I remember a preschool Halloween party. One of the activities was Musical Chairs. I know my son and immediately thought “uh oh.” He hates competition, and especially elimination activities that are aggressive, fast, and frankly pointless. Where is the fun? I don’t see it. Cupcakes. They’re fun. Mud pies. They’re fun. Being singled out and sent to the side of the room? Not so fun.
Immediately, when it was announced, he said “I don’t want to play, Mom.”
“You don’t have to bud, just move your chair to the side.”
Within seconds, ten other kids followed suit. They’d found an ally. I’d allowed my son to sit out. What was this anarchy?
One-by-one came up to me and whispered, “I don’t want to play either, I don’t like this game.” “That’s fine guys, you don’t have to play.”
Smart kids. They didn’t want to chase each other around the room and slowly, painfully eliminate their friends.
Who made up these games? Is this training for The Hunger Games? The Wolf of Wall Street? Why? They’re three. THREE. How is it fun to make another kid feel left out? I get that these games have been around a long time. I can hear some grandfather saying “Oh, a little competition never hurt anyone, makes him tough. It’ll make him a man.” I don’t need him to be a man. He’s a kid. He likes sandboxes and cuddles and feeling loved. Is getting kicked out of a group activity a three year old’s idea of fun? I’m going with “no.” And, if it is, watch out for that kid later in life. Seriously, he’s your future nightmare. Not many kids like those games, at least I never did. The anxiety, the finger pointing—can’t we all just get along? And guess what, most adults don’t like to be left out either. Smart, smart kids.
Jenny grew up in Philadelphia where she went to alternative schools and found her passion for writing. Her novel, Chosen Quarry, is available in paperback here or on Amazon/Kindle. She lives in sunny Austin, Texas with her two sons, ages 12 and 9. She's a regular contributor at BLUNTmoms, The Good Men Project, Huffington Post, Midlife Boulevard, She Knows, and What The Flicka. Contact Jenny at email@example.com or check her out on Facebook and Twitter.
This post originally ran on BLUNTmoms as No Harmony in Musical Chairs.
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