He won the standoff. He always wins the standoffs.
Even when I play-fight with him, he giggles and wraps his arms around me for hugs.
Most people will go their entire lives and never have what he and I have. Most people would never even understand it.
It’s not even five in the morning. Let the games begin.
Then again, it’s hard being a parent at all. Actually it’s hard just being alive sometimes.
Say their names and I see a snapshot from long ago. Their ages far exceed my my memories.
It’s times like this when I’m forced to bare witness to the barest of witnesses.
Defending the home team isn’t just about the people who live in your actual home. It’s about the people who live in your heart.
Ironically, it’s his attempts to get out of showing me what he can do that has shown me the most.
This wasn’t a debate or disagreement. This was performance art.