Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Top Guns

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Left to right: Christopher and Nico in an observation bubble at a science museum 

October 23rd, 2013

Like 2 fighter jets, my sons excel their speed, while they intertwine themselves in their mad dash to absolutely nowhere; they’re ready for a dogfight. I have no idea why they view all flat areas that we encounter on foot or when we get out of the car like takeoff and landing strips. And boy do I wish I had the afterburners to keep up with their bat-turns and not be such a Gomer.

I chase them down with all my might exerting all the energy I have with one powerful thrust however it’s like they already planned their fighter pilot moves by zigzagging into 2 different directions causing me to choose which path to take and which one of the bogeys I should keep in my sights. Since I’m lacking a good wingman to help me on this mission I’m on a sortie of my own. When did I become the Bandit?

I choose the one son that I have padlocked and know I have the best angle to zero in on his vapor trail and commit a full combat attack on him while I continuously check my six and make sure my other son doesn’t fall below the hard deck, even though I know I’m playing by their rules of engagement. I really have to keep my head on a swivel. This ain’t no knife fight in a phone booth.

The funny thing is that I know that when we arrive to our final destination they are waiting for me to unbuckle them because they’re ready planned their next hop. And yet, time and time again, they succeed in their dubious feat. My fun meter is definitely pegged.

It wasn’t always a game of ACM (air combat maneuvering) with us. There was a time that they actually listened to the Air Boss. They still do, but I have to raise my voice a few optics in order to let them know that I’m serious about their booming ways. I’m trying to not be so vocal now because I’m no nugget and yelling at them to STOP! won’t be a quick fix.

My 2 sons are in a section all their own. And when they get spooled up who knows how far they will run from me that will work out all of their energy. My body isn’t old. I do have energy to keep stride with their rambunctious speed of heat. But they love to push the envelope. What child doesn’t?

I love that my kids play in a world all their own. They don’t have a care for video games or much in-door activities if it doesn’t involve some sort of physical exertion. They have the need for speed and love to have me bounce on them when they bait me out of the gates of my cocoon. They are my go juice that keeps me young. I need them because I’m no skipper without my fighter jocks and I love them with all my heart. Bravo Zulu boys, you’re my Top Guns.

Published on October 23rd, 2013

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