One thing's for certain: I NEVER PLANNED FOR IT TO BE A VIDEO GAME FLOP HOUSE! Sometimes as a parent I feel like we're only good for providing the internet which those hommies want even more than food. It's exhausting to be on internet alert trying to keep it clean.
The only thing my first round of kids had in the way of electronic gadgets were pagers. Before that record players. We've come a long way in our years of raising kids, a far piece too far, if you ask me. Try buying wholesome Xbox games. The natives will only tolerate so many Lego game discs.
Then I went to a youth talent show. I heard awesome music sung and played by many young people. It wasn't about the perfect body, or face, but about the voice and the spirit that made them beautiful. Those on stage had no fear to sing, speak, act, or dance in front of a crowded venue. The evening gave me hope that lives can be lifted above the slumped-shoulder-glazed-eye mediocre into excellence. Somehow they have escaped the slide into video-game brains that stalk through life like zombies without earphones, I-phones, or controllers in their hands. I'd like to bring those zombies back to life, if it's not too late.
At least my young men in the house do have good taste in most of their music whether celtic bagpipes or haunting violins or Christian tunes. When they are done with their games, they're good at finding it on you-tube to play on their Xboxes for us. They are nice to the old folks like that still sometimes. Music raises us up to a better place. Yep, that's how I envision our home, melodic.