Why Dads should wrestle with their sons
Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate,
You’re all getting big enough now that you’re starting to measure yourselves against me. I had heard that day would come.
Can I run faster than daddy? Nope, but it won’t be long for you Kate.
Am I smarter than daddy? Um, maybe. 4th grade math?? Seriously? Ok, yes.
(GASP) Can I take daddy in a wrestling match?
Max, you decided to test your wrestling skills yesterday. You do that daily (some days hourly). You love to wrestle and rough house. I can’t say I blame you. It’s what we Nikazy men are born to do. I’m glad its in your blood.
Mommy caught the showdown with the ipad camera yesterday. I was unaware that she was secretly documenting our daily match. Sorry for the blurry photos; no digital device could capture the fury of yesterday’s battle.
And that’s how it ended. A brief violent exchange. Johnny Cash said “I’ve fought tougher men, but I can’t really remember when.” That’s how it is with you, Max.
One day, big boy. One day.
But not yet. Not yet.
Our wrestling matches give you a chance to test your strength. To feel like a warrior. To gain confidence in yourself.
And they give me an opportunity to teach you how to use your strength. To acknowledge for you that men are born needing to test themselves. Most importantly they allow me to heap praise upon you for your bravery and strength…and help you grow your self-confidence.
Izzy and Kate, you get Daddy wrestling matches too, but they are less violent. They are mostly tickling and giggling. And I get injured far less often.
I love you,
Fri: Swam 1000
Sat; 3.5 mile muddy trail run
Sun: 8 mile run