Each morning after not-so-patiently waiting for my coffee pot to heat, I typically sit in my rocking chair and begin my mourning routine. After briefly checking Facebook and my work emails, I log onto my personal inbox. Virtually overflowing each morning with daily deal offers and special "invitation only" sales, it usually takes me a few minutes to delete all of these "important" messages. It would certainly be quicker if I took the time to remove my email from the various mailing lists, but I have come to enjoy seeing all of the daily deal offers. Every once in awhile I find one that piques my interest, solidifying my spot on the mailing list because I would hate to miss out on a bargain.
few weeks ago I opened an offer for a laser tag experience. Neither
Robby nor Scott have ever played laser tag, and I suspected that they
would like it. Regardless of how many times I try to redirect his
energy, Robby always returns to playing with his water and Nerf guns.
The deal was fantastic, offering 50% off a 3-game punch card, and I felt
like I was being beckoned to make the purchase. I bought two cards and
quietly slipped the vouchers in the rainy day file.
morning was cool and dreary, thwarting out plans of spending the
afternoon poolside. With none of his friends home, it seemed that we
were destined for a day of playing inside and watching television. After
lunch I decided to surprise the boys with the laser tag vouchers. Both
were elated with the prospect of teaming up and, according to Robby,
"opening up a can of whoop bum on the enemy." I am fairly certain that
they both got dressed and found their missing shoes in record time!
I possess zero interest in playing, I stayed in the lobby with the
other moms while Scott and Robby went into the playing arena. It turns
out that the arena is equipped with a series of CCTV's so I was able to
watch the battle ensue. Seeing Robby and Scott run around with their
laser guns made me chuckle, and I was sure that they were having a great
Scott emerged from the arena first after the game ended.
The smile on his face was absolutely radiant. He was drenched in sweat,
winded and gloating that he found the "sniper's den." I don't think that
the group of 10 year old girls, nor their mother, appreciated my
husband's victory dance in the lobby. Robby followed in tow, smiling
and high fiving his Daddy for leading him to the snipers.
fully expected to spend another 30 minutes watching the grainy TV
coverage of another battle, but to my surprise Robby said he was ready
to go. I assumed that the lure of the now blue skies and bright sun was
beckoning him to the pool. Scott seemed disappointed, but I tucked the
punch cards into my wallet for another day and we headed home to change
into our swimsuits before heading back to the pool.
chattered about the laser tag battle throughout the afternoon. Every
once in awhile Robby chimed in, but his lack of enthusiasm was obvious. I
didn't say anything, but I suspected that it wasn't as fun for my 7
year old as it was for my 47 year old boy!
It turns out that my
hunch was correct. Robby quietly approached me late in the evening and
told me that he didn't want to do laser tag again until he was older,
like "maybe 10 or 35 years old." I assured him that he didn't have to do
it again, and a look of relief washed across his worried little face.
We had a long talk and I learned that laser tag is not a lot of fun when
you have a hearing issue. The dark room, coupled with the noises being
piped in, was disorienting and scary.
I had never considered the
impact his hearing issue would have during a laser tag battle, but
apparently it was significant. I felt horrible for putting him into an
activity that would cause him to become scared and to struggle, but at
the same time I am glad that he was able to come to me with his
problems. I'm sure that the passes will still be used; I'm fairly
confident that I won't be able to keep Scott away from the Battle Arena!