I admit, I’m playing Pokémon GO. I would like to claim that as a Mom, I feel it is important to be involved in what my kids are interested in. In fact, my younger son called me a Pokémom, which gave me the idea for this blog post. I also can make the case as a Teen Librarian, it is my professional duty to know what teens are doing and be knowledgeable about this new phenomenon. But the truth is…I like it.
My three helped me set up an account, and showed me what to do. Sometimes I hand them over my phone and tell them to help me capture a Pokémon or instruct me on how to evolve a creature. All of this was confusing to me at first, but now I’m actually speaking the lingo, so when a youth stops into the library (our library is a gym), I whip out my phone and we compare captures.
My husband, bless his heart, indulges me. We attended a block party with friends on Saturday, and as we walked there I looked for creatures and Pokéball stops. But I put it away at the outdoor concert, and acted like a respectable adult. On Sunday we attended a fundraiser, held nearby, so as we walked home afterwards, I saw a Krabby. Stop everything! I had him walk on home alone, so I could chase after this animal like a fool.
I have a FitBit to keep track of my steps, and as my husband and I participate in the 52 Hike Challenge (only 8 more to go!) there are hike days were my steps are unusually high. But I noticed on Sunday that my steps were the second highest I’ve ever recorded because I kept on walking around my neighborhood for miles to incubate eggs. What kind of insanity is this, and what do my neighbors think of me right now?
Is it worth it? Well, I hatched three creatures and moved up a level! I’m getting exercise, connecting with my kids and the teens at the library. I don’t know how long I’m going to keep it up, but I am having fun for now. So…gotta’ GO, I’m after the elusive Pikachu!