My boys are young men now, grown and out of the house. They are no longer children, but young men and leaders. I love the relationship I have with them at this age.
But I do miss the days when they were younger. The wrestling and the rough-housing wasn’t dangerous back then! And we don’t do things like just playing catch.
When they were younger, we played catch quite a lot and both of them had very strong arms. My younger son excelled at throwing a baseball, while my older son excelled at throwing a football (though he threw awkwardly, like my favorite quarterback, Phillip Rivers of the Chargers).
When they were really young, it was always great to be with them…but playing catch was a lot of work!
Why? Because they were enamored with the strength of their arms rather than the accuracy of their throws.
They would rear back and throw the ball as hard as they possibly could and, usually, it would sail 10 or 15 feet above me, or because of the effort would be very inaccurate and fly in a completely different direction. It was uncatchable. I was constantly trying to anticipate where the ball would go, and usually ended up putting in a lot of effort to try and catch it or chase after it as it flew (or rolled) by me, well out of reach.
Over and over I would tell them: Continue reading