My son was down and out with the flu this week, leaving him unable to pursue the normal joys and adventures of the day.
Scene: our house. The boy – sick, coughing, aching, lying on the couch with a bucket close at hand, is curled up with a blanket.
His mom comes in, checks his forehead and tries to make him more comfortable.
Mom: “You’re getting warm again, here is some Tylenol.”
“Would you like a popsicle?”
The boy almost imperceptibly shakes his head.
Mom: “Some juice then, you need to have something to drink.”
The boy doesn’t move.
Mom: “Would you like to have a movie on? Is there something I can get you?”
Boy: “Could you play my Super Mario Brothers Wii game and let me watch?”
So my wife made Mario jump, run and fight various opponents while my nine-year old son, who was too sick to even hold the remote, participated vicariously.
Someday, that intense single-minded focus will be directed at cancer or some other great scientific, political or artistic endeavor and mankind will be perceptibly better for it. Until then, Bowser better look out!