Life is like Scrabble
Our family has been playing a lot of Scrabble lately. Olivia's at an age where she's ready for this, and I see that it enhances her mental skills and broadens her vocabulary.
I usually team up with her or I give her an assist if I'm playing on my own. In this manner, she routinely kicks Daddy's butt.
It's nothing to be ashamed about. He's ESL; he totally gets a pass. If this were Numbers Scrabble or Danish Scrabble he'd bury us every time.
It's interesting to watch Olivia struggle between what is and what could be. She often makes complete words out of the seven tiles she has, but then she has nowhere to place it on the board. ZCAT is not the phonic spelling of a Frenchman saying "the cat."
She also complains that she has nearly enough letters to produce the word she wants, but if only she had a ___ or a ___. "What are you going to do, wait and hope to get it?" I ask. "Just use what you have."
Then I realized Scrabble is like life. You get what you get from a blind draw of tiles. You make the best of what you've got. You see what the board has laid out for you and find how you can work into that.
If you keep waiting and hoping for the perfect letter(s) to make up the perfect word, you may be waiting forever, so don't.
Sometimes you have all consonants and you wish you were playing Polish Scrabble. That's hardscrabble, and then you have to throw all the tiles back to refresh your hand, and forfeit your turn. Rest and take a break.
And every now and then, it all comes together and you get a real zinger. I got to use my Z (10 points; the highest value tile) on a TRIPLE LETTER SCORE to spell ZEN. Excellent! And just like that, the little victories give you a boost to get excited and keep going.