After work, I come home each night and play an hour of foosball with my sons. Recently, I’ve had the feeling that somehow we’re wasting our time. Like we should be playing piano, or reading great books, or doing something else productive. Is it a waste of time?
No, and I bet this is a phase. Ask yourself this, were you playing foosball everynight two years ago? I’d bet 1,000 dollars the answer is no.
“To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:”
Much of parenting involves phases. When a baby is born, you change diapers and feed him like clockwork. You think that is life. You ask yourself if this is all you are ever going to do, and then, bang, it ends. Kids get into certain activities in cycles, and they eventually get out of them. Foosball every night is a phase. You’ll probably still play with them in a year or so, but nowhere near as often. You’ll be on to other things.
But even as a phase, it’s still not a waste. You are spending time with your kids. They are learning motor skills and improving their hand-eye coordination, not to mention building up chops they’ll use in college bars in their 20s. You’re probably teaching them a bit about sportsmanship too. And you’re enjoying yourself. What’s not to like about that?