the friday night lights are dark
the stadiums empty
it's winter and
the mats are rolled out
across the gym floor
it's winter and
the wrestling is constant
at home
the father, the sons
they talk it
practice it
watch it
cross face, break him down, shoot the half
ya know,
under the christmas tree....
and
maybe i'm a novice with the language
maybe i don't know what to yell at a match
maybe i have a very real fear that the tree will crash
but
this father, son, brother time?
sigh. long, contented, happy sigh.
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jen for god bumps, joy for life:unmasked, emily for imperfect prose, grace for FYBF, michelle for caffeinated randomness and studio jru for sneak peek friday
Oh, there's lots of rough and tumble in our place too. I always have to intervene!
ReplyDeleteI have a one year old daughter and there is wrestling in this place too. Heaven help us if I add a boy to the father/daughter rumbles mix one day!
ReplyDeleteI love this. I do often wish when my boys were younger that my husband had understood the importance of this "rough play"...and now, well, it really is too late. I can rejoice with your chaos though! Bless you! Here visiting from GDWJ link up.
ReplyDeleteIt is the best to watch your husband rough-housing with the kids. Lots of laughter :)
ReplyDeleteMy girls aren't into the rough and tumble though your post has brought back memories of my childhood. Though my girls do like to climb on daddy whilst he's on the sofa! Visiting via FYBF.
ReplyDeleteoh i totally understand this. the way boys bond over rough and tumble. my little kasher is already "wrestling" his big brothers, and he's only 17 months :)
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