Tonawanda News — It’s probably no surprise that my husband and I, both science-fiction geeks in our own right, are doing our best to raise two little geeks. For the most part, I’d say, we are succeeding admirably.
Jimmy thought “The Imperial March” from Star Wars was a lullaby from a very early age. His MP3 player is full of tracks from those movies and the Star Trek ones. He owns, with his brother, “The Star Wars ABC Book” and the “Star Trek Book of Opposites.” He was Capt. Kirk for Halloween a few years ago, and Darth Vader one year before that. (And a Jedi last year.)
Also for Halloween, Sam has been Yoda once, and Darth Vader twice. (And Batman in between.) He’s been studiously building his comic-book knowledge with cartoons and video games (even if we won’t let him watch the movies yet) and with Free Comic Book Day this year, started his own small collection of comic books with which to test his newfound reading abilities.
But there has been one milestone of parenthood geekery that we hadn’t quite achieved:
The boys had never been to a science-fiction convention or a comic con.
Oh, we’d considered it, even when they were very small. They’d love the pageantry, the cosplayers (those who dress up in costume for the cons), the activity, we reasoned. And we’d seen even smaller children who’d done well at cons, eliciting the smallest amount of envy from us that their parents had been able to get to that milestone ahead of us.
But it’s tough to turn down the lure of a weekend away from home without the kids when you’re tired, working parents, either. (And make no mistake, ALL parents are tired, working parents.) My folks were willing to give us that so we could go to these events, and truly, the kids weren’t quite of an age to truly appreciate things yet. So time went by.