Wrestling with my Wimpiness

My little guy participated in his first wrestling match last night.  OK, a little about me.  I have little to no attention span when it comes to athletic events...even when it's my own children who are involved.  I've missed many a pass, goal, touchdown, catch, etc.  My eyes and mind simply wander.  But, oh, my goodness, watching my kid wrestle is a whole different thing.  Did I look away?  Nope.  Do I wish I had?  Yes, indeedy.  The match was a mess of boy legs and arms all pretzeled together, flip-flopping, and then, mercifully, it was over.

And the funny thing is...


Me:  "Are you sore this morning after your match."

Little guy:  "No."

Me:  "I am.  I think I pulled something in my back while I was watching you."

Little guy:  "Wow, wimpy, mom."

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