When he was a kid, he got a PlayStation 2 for Christmas. It was a really big deal because his family couldn’t afford those kinds of gifts. But when his dad gave it to him, he had only put a PlayStation 2 game under the tree. When he opened it, his dad pretended he didn’t know that my husband’s gameboy couldn’t play it. My husband wasn’t upset, he just said it’s okay and that maybe he could exchange it. Then his parents brought out the console. His dad died shortly after, and that PlayStation became his prized possession— and that story became his favorite memory of his parents.
So my 13-year-old did the same thing. He wrapped Pokopia and gave it to him, and pretended he didn’t know that you couldn’t play it on the original switch. When my husband said that it’s okay, he’ll save it for next year when he’s able to buy the system, my son smiled and brought out the Switch 2.
It was a really magical moment. We are so proud of him for graduating with a BA in social work, and he was just accepted into an accelerated Master’s Program. I had to sell some of my favorite special edition books to afford it, and my son offered his leftover birthday money (I didn’t take it), but we wanted to make sure he knew just how much we love him. I know he’s excited to join the Switch 2 family. 💙