Every now and again, I have to step back and marvel at how much fun I have watching my son grow into a budding young champion. Not just a champion in the usual sense of the word. He’s a champion by virtue of academics, uniqueness, charisma, and athletics as well. Much of my childhood is a blur, at this point in my life. My mother often reminds me that I was quite the rambunctious little guy. She tells me that she used to have to put a child's harness and leash around my waist to ensure that I didn't wander off. I see the same characteristics in my son. He's such an independent young man that he often wants to explore well beyond the imposed boundaries. I admire his passion to discover new horizons as well as his fearless nature. Since I can't clearly recall what I was like at age seven, I often wonder if he gets his boldness from his Dad.
My son is literally a mini me... only he’s much sharper. He's faster, more athletic, better looking, a much better dancer, and smarter than I was at his age. I wonder if he knows how much of a fan he has in me. I find myself laughing as he sings and dances in the back seat of my car. Many times, our conversations amaze me. Although I maintain a poker face; I often am quite astonished by his thoughts, ideas, and reactions at such an early age. As I watch from the sidelines, I can't help but celebrate his competitive play on both the gridiron and hardwood. I cry on the inside as I watch him agonize over a dropped pass, a missed shot, or a defeat. He dreads losing. I know full well where he get that competitive nature from. I too was a sore loser... still am, actually.
There have been days where I felt like parenthood was the toughest job on earth. As I watch my lil man flourish into a young Prince, it feels like God is giving me a front row seat at a panoramic rerun of my own youth. I don't have childhood memories of scoring my first touchdown at age seven, making my first shot on a regulation basketball goal at age five, or out dancing all the grown-ups at a wedding reception at age six... mainly because I never did any of those things. Glory be to God, I know what all of those accomplishments feel like firsthand, thanks to my young clone. Children can either keep us young or make us feel really old. I can’t speak for others but my son makes me feel like I'm in my second childhood and I swear it couldn't be sweeter. Be blessed.
Corey R
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