How do I love thee? Sons and Daughters

 

“C’mon, A! Let me feel it! Don’t aim for the knee– that’s gonna hurt you more than me.”

 

I hear him coaching our son, guiding him through karate and wrestling moves, trying to urge the aggressor out of our gentle giant of a boy.

 

“Nope. You turned your back. Never do that. There– there! Now put pressure on the arm.”

 

I don’t necessarily know what he’s talking about but, since the man was a trophy-earning wrestler back in the day, I take his word for it.

 

A little voice pipes up as arms wrap around his thigh.

 

“Daddy? Will you paint my nails?”

 

He glances down, doesn’t miss a beat.

 

“Sure thing, Sweetie. Pick a color while I finish beating your brother up.”

 

 

Daughters and sons. He parents them both with equal aplomb.

 

And that makes for a happy, lucky wife.

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