An old friend used to say that when he wrestled with his little boys, he wanted to build them up. So of course he pulled back a little as they wrangled him to the ground. But sometimes he wanted to also remind them they couldn’t beat him yet. And then he would win, showing them what he called Daddy Power.
I was reminded of that this weekend. Jake and I are still in that mama-child stage when I’m the best one. The one he wants to tuck him in and change his clothes and definitely the one he asks for dessert. But one night as we walked to our car beside a wooded area, we heard a loud crashing and booming kind of sound. Someone thought it might be fireworks, though we couldn’t see them. And suddenly Jake was beside Michael, and he slipped his hand into his dad’s. He didn’t cry or look particularly scared. But he did suggest that the crash and the boom sure sounded like a T-Rex.
Sometimes only Daddy Power will do.