We come up with our own versions of “superman”, “airplane”, “hit daddy in the face with slippers”….you know, cool, painful games like that! I love it.
The other day, my oldest had a great day at kindergarten. He got a medal thingy for being safe and responsible, along with some other kids in his class. I was really proud of him. I told him that he could have some ice cream after dinner for a reward. He was pretty excited.
So, after dinner, the boys and I were goofing around and I noticed that it was getting late. We hadn’t had ice cream yet, so I gave my son the option: either we could keep wrestling or we could stop wrestling and have ice cream instead……he actually chose wrestling over “cookies and cream” ice cream!
I tell you what, that made this dad’s heart melt. It made me realize how important our rough-house time was. To me, it doesn’t seem like a big deal really. To him, it’s interaction with his dad who loves him.
So, of course I caved after that. He got ice cream and wrestling….I know, I’m a softy. I was happy to give in that night.
Some nights, I don’t feel like getting beat down by a 6-year-old and a 2-year-old. You know what, no rest in the world is more important than creating memories to last a lifetime. I’m blessed.