Dear Matteo, 87 Months Old

The gaming era has arrived.

Last year, I inherited a Wii from Uncle Scott that we gave you and Eliza for Christmas. You two enjoyed playing Mario Kart right away, but never caught the gaming bug from it. You’d play now and then when friends came over. Your Mom and I didn’t mind that because we’re not trying to glue you to the big screen either. You also get to play games on your Kindle Fire, which is immediately juvenile compared to other gaming systems, and we like the relative safety of that.

Over the summer, Uncle Sergio offered us an old Wii U — still more than a decade old — as he said that some of the games were better, and it came with a Nintendo Switch-like GamePad controller. We waited until the Fall months to give it to you and Eliza as a surprise. You jumped into Super Mario World and never looked back.

You and Eliza play the game together every day you can, usually after the school day. Mom will let you sneak in some gameplay on late start Wednesdays, too. Both of you are of equal skill and seem to take turns getting through the hard parts of levels. Because the game is such a hit, it’s also created a new punishment tool when you act out, taking away minutes or days of the game away. Fortunately we don’t have to do it too often. When we say time is up, you’re good at saving and stopping the game, knowing there’s always more to play tomorrow.

We have fun watching you play together. It’s the best part. You are the talker in the family, and there’s no exception here. You often say, “Eliza, Eliza, Eliza!” without anymore context and probably say her name 100x more a day when you’re gaming. It’s like the number or tone of saying her name explains everything in a level and the help you need from your sister. She seems to understand, only replying with the occasional, downbeat, “Muh-tay-oooo.”

Looking back at being your age, I played a lot of Nintendo systems up to Nintendo 64. I remember getting thumb blisters from playing too much. I also know that gaming helped me with problem solving and some other tech-comfort that later helped me with computing. Although I stopped gaming after college (basically beating Uncle Scott at Halo for four years), a lot of smart people I know still love gaming as an adult. We’ll see how much you continue to play. Our near-term parenting challenge is metering how much you play and what games and systems you play that are age appropriate. You’ve gotten a taste of the Oculus and other fully immersive VR sets. We’ll make sure you find the balance of virtual games and real-world games in fresh air.

Love,
Dad

Dear Eliza, 107 Months Old

The new school year started and you approached it fashion-first.

You laid out your navy dress and shawl days (weeks?) before school started, a symbol of your excitement for seeing your classmates again. Mom helped you do your hair in a side-part with a clip. You dressed the part of a third grader.

Of course, we didn’t let go of summer quickly. The weather remained warm, and we spent the first weekend of the school year at the island cabin. The pool is still open and so is the fishing. This has been my second “real” summer of fishing, and we pulled a couple long days on the boat trolling and looking for salmon. You and Matteo do a good job keeping yourselves entertained with activies like creating spider webs across the boat with dock line. Although you don’t want to reel a fish yourself yet, you’re curious and excited when we land one on the boat. We’ve had a historic Coho run this year, so we’ve been enjoying a lot of action on the rods.

Proving more difficult than pulling in a fish has been pulling a couple of your front teeth. I’ve written in previous months and years your tooth trials, and these baby teeth are setting records for being loose without being pulled. Your new teeth are almost completely in behind them, giving your lovely smile a shark quality of teeth rows. Of course, your Mom and I are completely delinquent here for not forcing more progress or getting you to a dentist in a timely matter to pull them. We’ve consistently encouraged more tooth wiggling, but you’re protecting them at all costs. This saga will come to an end in a couple short weeks when you do go to the dentist.

That’s the only thing I can complain about. I am constantly reminded about what a kind, polite person you are. You can make a craft out of anything in front of you. When Amazon boxes arrive (too often), you see future doll houses and cat houses. When we pick up flat rocks on the beach, you see art canvases for paint markers. You are a good friend and create bracelets for your besties. You get ready for your dance classes in the afternoon without a fuss. When the day winds down you can read for hours without interruption. There’s no protest when we finally ask you to turn out the lights because you’re staying up later than we are.

On that note, it’s time for me to wind down this school night. We’re all still getting used to the sleep schedule.

Love, Dad

Dear Matteo, 86 Months Old

Soccer season has begun for the Fall, and I’m surprised that you still have a bad case of coach’s son syndrome carrying over from last season. 

Symptoms include: complaining, acting out, and outright defiance. 

I hoped it wouldn’t be the case, but at our very first practice you lashed out after a toe touches drill (which isn’t your strong suit) and spent the rest of the hour-long practice rolling around crying and yelling. When you weren’t making distracting sounds, you were lying across the mini goals disrupting the game. 

That first practice was unfortunately on the same day that school started, so while you had reason to be exhausted so were the other kids on the team and they did OK. That’s why I have to believe this is a case of coach’s son syndrome. After isolating all of the variables, I’ve determined the clear cause of all of this is having to listen to your Dad in a structured setting after school. 

I get it. To all of the other players, I’m just another adult they have to respect, and I give them a break from their parents. I’m a fun coach they get to see twice a week. As for you, this is just on the continuum of our father-son relationship. The reason I get it is because I was once a coach’s son, too, and still am. Nonno is still coaching teams, just not ours. I had a different personality and was a lot more receptive and eager to learn from Nonno whereas you are more independent and want to cut your own path. That’s all fine, and we just need to find the right balance in soccer to help you be a better teammate.

Fortunately, your symptoms improved by our first game. I benched you to start, which you requested so you could watch the flow of the game. When I subbed you in, you had an immediate impact on defense and made some solid stops. You also found passing lanes and eventually scored a long goal from the left flank. Most important of all, you had fun! We came back to practice this week and while you still gave me some attitude, you participated in every drill. That’s far from perfect but much improved. 

For some reason, you get a little too serious about soccer. You have strong opinions about how your teammates/friends are talking to you, what drills we’re doing at practice, and what position you’re playing on the field. 

As your coach and Dad, my job is going to make sure you remember to have fun. Like with most things, you’re going to be most successful when you’re having fun and just letting the game and your head flow. Tutto passa. 

Love,
Dad

Dear Eliza, 106 Months Old

Dear Eliza, 

Congratulations on starting your first business: Eliza’s Face Painting. 

We keep finding new ways for you to flex your artistic muscles. Painting has always been on the menu, and we particularly enjoy painting the flat rocks we find at Harstine Island as a family. You and Mom bought a face painting kit to try out, and you took off with excitement and painted every clean face in the household. Apologies for having to work around my beard.

After a successful round painting our faces and your friends around the neighborhood, you embarked on creating the business idea and designing flyers to post. 

I hope your business takes off as we’re at the height of summer. Mom got you a new round of supplies so you’ll be set to take on new customers. 

Congratulations about another achievement that may be more exciting to me, at least for now. You and Matteo received your Italian passports in the mail! You are a card-carrying dual citizen. I’ve written you before about the years it took to get us dual citizenship on another continent, and the passports are the big finale. For the rest of your life, you’ll be able to travel relatively freely across the globe. I hope you take advantage of it and will be curious to see what doors that may open to you academically, in your career, or lifestyle. At the very least, you can say without hesitation that you’re Italian.

Grab that painting set and put red, white and green on my cheeks. Forza Italia!

Love, Dad

Dear Matteo, 85 Months Old

“Just one more thing.”

That’s your last statement when a phone is about to be taken away after we’ve determined you’ve loaded up your Amazon wish list enough.

“I know you’re probably going to say no to this, but...”

Yet another plea to shop. 

You love to digitally window shop and it’s gotten to the point where you’re stealing a phone in open sight to shop almost as often as you proactively ask. You also pair these phrases with watching shows, another vice. 

The latest shopping fad is Legos as you’ve enjoyed the reward of building a challenging set on your own. I tried to remind you that Legos are for play and imagination, not just following a set’s instructions. You clapped back that Legos are JUST for building sets and showing them off. I replied that we should probably donate the couple boxes of extra Legos you have in your room, which of course you refused and claimed you need the extras in case you can’t find pieces for your next set. You’re not wrong. 

It’s fun to get a new Lego set every so often, but the frequent weekly asks to spend whatever money you earned picking up pinecones in the backyard (the most creative of chores) is over the top. 

I have to appreciate the Legos business model -- get a set, enjoy the satisfaction of building it, buy the next. We will need to find you a less capitalistic mindset with your Legos or a similar building project that either takes way more time or that you can enjoy rebuilding. 

Maybe this was the mindset behind the creation of the 1,000-piece puzzle. How about I get you one of those in the image of that next Lego Ninjago set on your list. 

Love,
Dad