thirstforfirth:

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adigitalmagician:

creepycollector:

I just saw this on Reddit today and I wanted to share it here.

When you’re a parent, you have to realize that the child you brought into this world is going to be their own person and you’ll have to start getting into things you may not understand and have ZERO interest in.

However, you damn well better act like you are.

I can still remember the feeling as a kid getting Pokemon Red and it being something I loved so much, so I wanted to share that with my mom. I wanted to show her my team, tell her about the gym leaders I took down, and she just took a glance at the Game Boy color and went “mmhhhmm”.

She gave zero shits when I beat Banjo-Kazooie, a game which was INCREDIBLY hard for grade school me and you can make me have war flashbacks if you so much as say “Rusty Bucket Bay”.

My town in Animal Crossing? Catching rare fish? Who cares?

I liked a cartoon series so much that I wrote little stories about it? “No, I don’t want to read it.”

This type of stuff matters to kids so damn much and she’ll never realize how much it hurt our relationship. It might not seem like a big deal she never sat down and watched me play something like Luigi’s Mansion, but that’s how kids try and bond with their parents.

After constantly being shot down they’ll eventually stop talking to you entirely. 

My son is into Pokemon, and he’s got the enthusiasm for it that kids do. So while we both enjoy it, he can focus on it a lot longer than I can. And honestly: it’s not that hard to act interested when kids are excited. Nod in the right places, answer honestly when they ask questions (“i don’t know” is totally acceptable) and you go a long way to supporting them.

once we decided to just see how long my nephew could spend telling us about Bey Blades without further prompting. about two hours. it was sorta cool. actually ended up with some neat notions about how you could make a crossover with Homestuck, as I recall.

I honestly wonder how any parent can not be overjoyed when their kids is happily rambling about something they love that excites and engages them??

Who cares if you don’t understand it, it makes them happy.  Doesn’t that make it worth while?

My dad used to always read the books i said i was really excited about and ask me questions about fandom and talk about it with me and actively participate with fan things i was doing and it honestly meant so much to me.