Let me be really clear here: I have zero clue how to play Minecraft. My boys tried to show me how to play and it went right over my head and I went back to reading a book beside them as they played instead of playing Minecraft along with them.
But I don’t mind my boys playing. At least, during the time they’re allowed to be on devices.
Despite all their talk about creepers and pigs and cows and chickens and sheep and trees and wolves and zombies and diamonds and skeletons and iron and gold and whatever else, I don’t mind their fascination with Minecraft. See my friend Jen’s list of the crazy things kids say when they play Minecraft.
All three of my boys can play Minecraft together. I love seeing them work together.
My oldest did his independent study project during the last week of school on “How Minecraft Can Help You Learn Multiplication” and even made a video explaining it. While I think that might have been a little bit of a stretch, at least it got him thinking.
But really, what I like about it is that Minecraft is like the secret handshake among boys(and some girls, too, I know) that instantly forms a connection when my boys meet new kids. It says hey, we have something in common, we can talk all about what worlds we’ve built in Minecraft and the tips and tricks we’ve figured out.
My youngest might be the baby of a group, but that suddenly doesn’t matter when he can explain to a 13 year old how to do something in Minecraft: that “baby” is now cool. And no one questions why my middle son doesn’t take his eyes off the screen when he’s talking to other kids about Minecraft. And my oldest finds it easy to slip right into a group and play, when he’s normally introverted.
So, I’ll take Minecraft. There are definitely worse things that my kids could be doing.
Even if I still don’t get it.