GameStop. Call of Duty: Black Ops. The thrill of being a boy. Good Mom. Bad Mom. Tired Mom.
9:30 pm: Cole is trying to talk me into taking him to GameStop. Why? You don’t know? Really? The new Call of Duty: Black Ops game is being sold starting at 12 am, and Cole, my fourteen-year-old son, pre-ordered it.
9:40 pm: Cole enthusiastically shares, “Black Ops isn’t just a good game—it’s borderline revolutionary.” This translates to mean the game is violent. It’s warfare, with lots of killing and blood. Rated M.
9:52 pm Cole explains the patriotic side of the game developers, who are using part of the money generated by the game sales to create a one-million-dollar fund to help with veterans’ unemployment difficulties. Which means: let’s give parents a reason to justify them or their kid spending $60.00 on a video game they aren’t sure their kid should even own.
10:00 pm: I say to Cole, “Your dad would have pitched such a fit if he were here and knew I was taking you over to GameStop to stand in line to buy a video game at 12 am on a school night.” Cole says, “Yes, Mom, but dad died.” He has a point. Sorry, Joe.
10:07 pm: Cole looks at me and says, “This experience would make a great blog post.”
10:08 pm: Driving over to GameStop. The line loops around the building several times. I go in with Cole to purchase the game. First, we stand in line to purchase the game, and then we stand in line outside to wait for it to be handed out.
10:20 pm: Buying the game. The game is rated M, and GameStop is very responsible about insisting on parent ID for anyone under seventeen buying an M-rated game. I fight back the urge to say, “I’m am too responsible,” when I hand them my ID for an M-rated game at 10:20 pm on a school night.
10:30 pm: Happy Dance. Starbucks is next to GameStop, and they are open! One Grande White Chocolate Mocha, extra pump of mocha . . . with whip.
10:45 pm: Cole and I are standing in line until they start handing the game out at midnight. Two of his fellow line mates blow cigarette smoke on me and tell me how they wish their mom’s were cool just like me. I decide to sit in the car.
11:00 pm: Sitting in the car, catching up with my friends on Facebook. Excited to find out my friend Carolee is at a GameStop in Maryland with her fourteen year old. We agree we are awesome moms.
11:05 pm: Cousin Carla reminisces about talking off work to stand in line to buy a green Power Ranger and about all the midnight movie premiers she has attended. Carla says, “We do it because that is what we do.” She has a high school senior and is full of sentiment.
11:15 pm: Elaine is encouraging me, “So what the hell if you go get it at midnight . . . . At least he will be sure to snag one!” Thanks, Elaine; I need that about now.
11:30 pm: Cynthia is not allowing her son to own the game. She says it’s a hill she will die on. I try to explain: the idea is to shoot the other guy first so you do not have to die on a hill. Cynthia goes to bed.
11:45 pm: Cynthia’s mom, Carol, raises an eyebrow and says she is so glad she had her kids before video games. My mother would agree. Mom, don’t take this personally, but Carol may have done a better mothering job in this area, since her daughter’s boy is home in bed. However, mom, there is good news: all the new friends Cole is making while standing in line think I am really cool. Cynthia is at home asleep while I am out being cool.
11:50 pm: Teresa, the mother of a college senior, shares that she once went on a long hunt, waiting in line to buy her daughter a Beanie Baby. While other friends bail during my wait, Teresa keeps me company the whole time. She does grow a little weary at one point, saying she has no idea why she is obsessed with watching this episode of my life unfold, but she hangs in with me.
12:00 am: The line is moving. Time to join Cole in line.
12:07 am: We pass through the GameStop door.
12:13 am: I admit it: I’m a little giddy with excitement and late-night caffeine. While we stand in line for just a few more minutes, can I just say that GameStop did an outstanding job releasing this game to the masses?
12:22 am: Mission Accomplished! We reach the counter. The store employee looks for confirmation that a parent is present.
12:23 am: I’m right here! Look this way, please…..
12:50 am: Cole is sound a sleep. I am wide awake. I have this mad desire to wake him up and insist he play his video game. I don’t but I want to really badly. A special shout out to Facebook friend and mom, Antoinette, who kept me company into the wee hours–she is on Melbourne, Australia time.
What wild and crazy things have you done for or with your kids; perhaps against your better judgment? Do Tell! Misery loves moms!
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