I spent some time playing âMonster Under the Bedâ with a 5YO, 6YO, and 8YO a few days ago.
The 5YO made up this game and clearly had played it before, but wasnât exactly clear when explaining the nuances of how to play â so as youâd expect, the rest of us frequently broke the rules/ didnât play correctly.
We talked about the Monster when we werenât supposed to know about the Monster yet, we put things under the bed that were too big or too small, and we definitely screwed up the big reveal â which apparently happens âa few days agoâ but also later than right now, soâŚ.
It was surely a little frustrating for the person who created the game (and for the players, too) but wow, what a perfect metaphor for life.
We (adults/society) have created this elaborate Game of Life with so many expectations and rules and we assume (expect?) that everyone else knows how to play.
We get frustrated that children donât follow the rules â but we forget that weâve had decades of practice.
We feel defeated when someone doesnât live up to our expectations â but we often skip the important step of actually explaining (and asking for someone to agree to) what we think those expectations look like.
Sometimes, we even say that something is Not Scary when clearly it is Very Scary Right Now.

No wonder the Monster Under the Bed seems a little grumpy.















