Monday, August 13, 2012
My Daughter the Assassin Giving Her Permission to Kill
When my daughter plays video games she likes to be the assassin or thief. She's a rogue.
After Charlie (my husband, her daddy) passed away last September, I watched Katee play video games. At first it was a challenge because she was always killing and stealing. And yet in the game when her boyfriend took the same kind of actions, I cheered him.
Did I want Katee to be Miss Congeniality and try to charm her way through Skyrim? Apparently so. Did I really think the fire breathing dragon would pay attention if she made "pretty feet" while trying to talk him into not eating the villagers?
Somehow I muddled through the fall and winter and summer and got over my hesitation of having a bad ass for a daughter. I guess I even embraced it. Last month when she texted me that she had defended her senior thesis "like a boss" the image that popped in to my mind was Katee in her Thieves Guild gear standing in a pool of light on an otherwise darkened stage brandishing enchanted Daedric daggers while slashing her way though a herd of dragons.