Our youngest Isaac, a year or so ago, had a major,
inconsolable meltdown. Before he could
read all the words, he accidentally pushed the reset save data button on his
level 92 video game character and lost literally months of his hard-earned
gaming work. To say he was completely
devastated is a gross understatement. It seemed as though he
loved this game and his character as much as his family. Despite my best efforts to offer him that
simply choosing to see this unfortunate event differently, as an opportunity to
have fun doing it all over again, the truth was he wasn’t prepared to go
there. Finally, months later and just
this weekend he announced to me that he had finally reached level 88
again. “Wow! That’s awesome Isaac. Nice work.
Level 88 really isn’t that different than 92, is it?” He replied, “Yeah, I can read now, and my
character is actually way better than my last one.” I guess it takes extra time and perseverance sometimes
to let go of clinging, especially when
it’s something that means so much to us.
Thanks for the reminder my son.
