Who says we have to grow up?? My son has been extra playful recently and wanting to roughhouse with me. I love it. I feel like a kid again trying to pull a door shut while he tries to keep it open, all the while trying not to fall apart laughing. Or wriggling out of his grasp as he attempts to tickle my feet. (Warning to any would-be ticklers: I can get violent when my most ticklish spots are provoked!) Or just plain wrestling around without any particular goal.
Now that he’s a teen and taller than me, wrestling around isn’t a matter of just letting him win anymore. He gives me more of a challenge and I love working for the win – knowing that he can take it if I win and that he will have earned it if he wins. (By the way, there’s an advantage to being the mom in a wrestling match. I get to referee and put a stop to it if I really want. I guess that’s cheating, but hey, I’m the mom.)
I’m assuming someday he won’t want to roughhouse with me like this so I’ll enjoy it while I can. I love the giggles and laughter and our unique expression of affection and fun. In fact I’d write more right now but I have a teen to tackle!
Navarro used to wrestle with me too but now he 6ft 3 and and I would lose so he just ruffles my hair and playfully throws baby/air punches at my mid section...lol, yep I know it sounds strange but he does it all the time. I think he is really checking to see if am getting fat....ha ha. Whatever it is, it is wonderful to get affection from your children, it is a beautiful thing.
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