Reset: Crushing Your Kids at Mario Kart

How trading domination for direction taught my boys the difference between earning and expecting a win.

When my kids stopped asking me to play Mario Kart, I thought I’d done something wrong.

Turns out, I’d just gotten too good.

What started as “family fun night” slowly turned into an hour of watching Dad dominate the track like a blue-shell-wielding tyrant. What once brought laughter and popcorn now brought sighs and controller-dropping despair.

At first, I told myself, “They’ll toughen up.” But then I noticed something…

our connection was fading,

one digital loss at a time.

So I changed tactics.

When I got the chance, I’d sneak downstairs with one of the boys and teach him a trick or two.

Nothing big, just a few insider moves.

I did this with all of them, giving each kid his own “secret weapon.”

Then, during family game night, when one of them nailed the move, I’d make a huge deal out of it.

Cheering.

High-fives.

The whole thing.

You could see the pride light up their faces.

But then the crazy thing happened.

They started celebrating each other.

Asking, “How’d you do that?”

Saying, “Good game” even when they lost.

What used to be competition had quietly turned into connection.

And just when I thought we’d found our rhythm, the boys leveled up.

The laughter got louder.

The races got tighter.

They started using my own tricks against me and teaching their secret moves to each other…

drifting through corners,

saving shells for the finish line,

even setting traps I didn’t see coming.

Pretty soon, I was the one sweating; telling them that I was “pretending” to let them win a handful of times just to keep them from knowing they really beat me. I am not proud of that move, there’s only so much ego a man can lose before bedtime.

Then, I connected it to chores. If they finished their chores with no reminding from a parent, and we had time before bed, we would play one game and THEY got to pick out my character and car.

Let’s just say that being forced to race as Baby Peach in a pink scooter was not part of my original parenting plan, but humility builds character, apparently for both of us. Watching them actively figure out the worst care for me, helped them create better cars for themselves….

making them stronger while my advantages slowly slipped away.

And somewhere between all the pretend victories and real ones, we found something better than winning…

connection.

That’s when it hit me…

this is what resilience looks like.

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The Reflection

As a kid, I equated losing with failure.

Now I see it’s just feedback.

My job as a dad isn’t to make sure my kids win every time; it’s to help them stay in the game long enough to learn how.

Teaching them the tricks didn’t just make them better racers; it made us better teammates.

And for the record, pretending to let them win the occasional race isn’t weakness.

It’s “strategic parenting.” It’s helping them stay in the game rather than resent me for unrelenting dominance.

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The Scripture

“The godly may trip seven times, but they will get up again.” — Proverbs 24:16

God doesn’t build resilience by handing out easy wins.
He builds it through the spin-outs, crashes, and re-starts that teach my kids:
you can mess up,

laugh,

and try again.

Mario Kart might look like a game…
but it’s really training for life.

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The Reset Reminder

Whether it’s Mario Kart, board games, or bedtime battles, resilience doesn’t come from avoiding defeat.

It comes from showing your kids how to laugh,

learn,

and try again.

So tonight, hand them the controller.

Teach them a trick.

And if Dad has to pretend he let them win to keep the laughter going, smile and call it what it is: love in disguise