July 2, 2008

• What a Pushover

  What do you call a little boy who has been playing at the beach for 6 hours, swimming in the pool for one, and worked on his short game and putting at our golf course for two hours?  Like most people, I would presume to think…tired.  But, no, not my little guy.   He was just hitting forth gear.  While driving home from the course at 9:30PM, he asked, “Hey Dad let’s go biking when we get home”.  Trying hard not to have a stroke, I said, “How are we going to do that from your bed?”  He just laughed and continued to work the old guy.

  With boundless energy and a joyful outlook, this child lives life as an adventure.  Every step and each activity is lived to fullest.  Sometimes its true…The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.  He is just like I was at that age.  I recall working my dad silly to get him to what I wanted.  And he would use humor, seriousness, and redirection in an effort to alter my drive.  Sometimes it would even work!

  So the bike ride wasn’t so bad.  It began to end when I said this was about the time the coyotes came out. I probably have another year or so before he wants to wrestle them too.  I want to encourage his spirit and let him know you can accomplish a lot in a day if you set your mind to it.  And when he did hit the sack, he let me know that he thought this was the coolest day of his life so far.  At the ripe old age of six. I have learned what a nice thing it is to be able to give.  I have also learned to take two Ibuprofen before I go to bed too!

   

   

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