I’m not a big fan of strategy games – checkers, chess, capture the flag, tic-tac-toe – they’re all the same, pointless game to me. So when my children try to pull me into one of those games, I try hard to graciously pass the privilege on to some one else. Apparently they assume that I don’t play, not because I don’t like it, but because I’m not any good.

It was a tiny bit humbling (and extremely amusing) when my 5-year-old daughter came to me with a chess set and begged me to play with her. “PLEASE, Mom? Will you please play with me? I’ll be easy on you.”

Any of the other kids probably could beat me at chess, but Avery’s never played it once in her life.


About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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