Tuesday, January 15, 2013
My Daughter The Miniature Wargamer
My husband is a big miniature wargamer. I have dabbled, but I do not have the passion for the hobby that he has had for years. We even owned a store devoted to miniature wargaming and I painted and played, but it's not my passion. My kids, however, are another story.
It was never in doubt that the two of them would be gamers. Board games, video games and role playing games were introduced into their little lives the minute they were old enough to play. Miniature wargaming, however, is a bit more complex. That one had to wait until very recently for its introduction.
That's not to say that the two of them didn't know about it and want to play. I have several sloppily painted models of, um, things with too much paint on them for me to identify as proof of their excitement for the hobby. But learning it and really enjoying it is not something for wee kiddos.
My husband had promised that when they turned ten he'd not only take them to the game store for one of his game nights, but that he'd really teach the art of miniature wargaming. My oldest turned ten over the summer and has been slowly learning to play.
This last weekend, while I was out with my younger daughter at a giant sleepover for her Girl Scout troop, the husband spent some quality time with our eldest finishing up her latest models. I have a static-grass covered floor as proof.
The most amazing thing was not only that she'd taken the time to assemble and paint these models, but that they look good. Really good. She's only ten so they're not Golden Demon level but they're darn good and she loved the process.
Once I got home she joyously told me how she'd covered each base, managing to completely coat her fingers in that static-grass I mentioned earlier. She talked about the littlest details, the smallest mistakes, and wasn't upset but excited.
They've played a few games of Hordes (which she won) and she is so into the entire process that all she wants to do is play and then go buy more models so she plays better next time, just like her Dad.
I'm not sure which is more fun for me. I'm loving watching my daughter find a hobby that excites her, but the gleam in Dad's eye as he gets to show her exactly how it all works is priceless.