I’ve loved playing video games ever since I was a young child and I want to pass that same love off to my kids. The eldest child, Samson, is now old enough to do some playing of his own and we have to manage that fine line between letting him enjoy a little screen time and turning him into an “indoor kid.” While we encourage him to have many hobbies and outdoor activities, I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t enjoy it when I see that spark of excitement in his eyes when he discovers something he loves about a particular game.
One nice thing about being on a tight gaming budget due to having two kids in daycare is that I get to explore my backlog more often that I have in the past. Today is a rainy Sunday and we’re all stuck inside, so I figured now was as good time as any to thumb through my PS4 digital library.
And then I found it.
I’ve heard so much about Flower for years. And that is no exaggeration as Flower is now 7 years old. I actually completely forgot that I even owned the damn thing, but I figured I’d boot it up as I can’t really replay The Witcher 3 in front of a 4-year-old. So I booted it up.
And my son stopped playing with his toys.
And my wife stopped fiddling with her phone while she fed our youngest son.
And there we were, a family of four on a dreary, rainy day, completely transfixed by the simple beauty of Flower.
“Can I play, Daddy?”
I handed Sam the controller, showed him the basic controls and just stood back. He didn’t really understand what he was supposed to be doing, but that didn’t matter. He seemed to love the freedom and beauty of it all. At one point we worked together to collect all the petals in an area and the whole valley turned from a dismal gray to brilliant greens, golds, and reds.
“Dad, we made it beautiful!”
He probably won’t remember playing this game with me, but it’s something I’ll cherish for a long time. A seed was planted in him this morning, maybe it’ll bloom into something one day.