Commentary: Lego was my son’s world. It took me decades to see why — and to join him there
Six decades after the age when most people do, I’ve become obsessed with Lego. My gateway drug was a set reminiscent of an ice cream truck. Like many parents, I was trying something new as a way to connect with one of my kids. Unlike many parents, in my case the kid in question was an adult, and I was building a set that he had designed.
My three boys were infatuated with building blocks as children, and my husband would play with them, teaching? Didn’t we just do this ?” Those hours seemed to go on forever, but one day, impossibly, I blinked, and they were suddenly driving, procuring fake IDs and heading off to college.
