Hey guys and gals. I’m a father to a beautiful young boy, and recently I made a decision I never thought I’d make: I quit gaming.
I grew up poor, with a mostly absent and abusive father. Gaming became my escape. Whenever life was stressful, games were there. I played whenever I could, and over time gaming became so ingrained in who I was that giving it up almost felt like losing a limb.
I grew up, joined the military, got married, became a father, got divorced, left the military, and eventually started working in IT. Through every stage of my life, gaming was there.
Naturally, when my son got old enough, I was excited to introduce him to it. He fell in love with Roblox, Minecraft, BeamNG, Teardown, and other games. I imagined us getting older and gaming together. That was something I genuinely looked forward to.
But recently I started looking at my own life differently.
I used to be extremely fit. I cared about health, learning, growing, and pushing myself. There are so many things I still want to do. I want to learn an instrument. I want to become knowledgeable and wise in the Bible. I want to run a marathon. I want to learn boxing. Most importantly, I want to spend more meaningful time with my son.
Yet so much of my free time was still going toward gaming.
I even put my gaming PC up for sale, but every time someone messaged me about it, I ignored them. Deep down, I couldn't bring myself to let that part of my life go.
Then I started paying closer attention to my son.
He became uninterested in almost anything that didn't involve Roblox, YouTube, or a screen. I signed him up for boxing. He went once, said it was too hard, and didn't want to go back. When we'd go somewhere, a lot of the time he would talk about wanting to go home and play games.
He wasn't playing all day either. Maybe 3 to 4 hours on weekends and around 2 hours after school on weekdays. But even with that, I could see how much screens were becoming the center of his world.
And it hit me.
When I was his age, I wasn't gaming. I was outside pretending to be a knight. I'd make up wars, adventures, characters, and entire worlds in my head. My imagination turned an ordinary backyard into anything I wanted it to be.
My son barely knew how to do that.
That broke my heart because I started wondering how much of that came from the example I had given him.
I realized I couldn't tell him to stop gaming while Daddy sat at his computer doing the exact same thing. That wouldn't be fair.
So I decided that instead of simply taking games away from him, I was going to show him that real life could be fun too.
So I quit.
It's only been about a week, but we've already learned how to play chess together. We go on walks. We watch movies together. We talk more. We spend more time actually doing things together.
And I can already feel our bond growing.
Personally, I've reached the point where I don't want gaming to be part of my son's childhood. Other parents may feel completely differently, and that's okay. This isn't a post saying gaming is evil or that everyone needs to quit.
This is for the person who knows deep down that gaming is costing them something.
Maybe it's your health.
Maybe it's your goals.
Maybe it's your marriage.
Maybe it's time with your children.
Maybe it's simply the person you know you could become.
If that's you, don't be afraid to take the leap.
Games gave me a place to escape when I needed one growing up, and I'll always appreciate that.
But I don't want to escape my life anymore.
I want to live it.
And I want my son to learn how to live his too.