A Rodent Problem…
Have I taught “the boy” nothing? I mean even my blog is titled after a song that has been “ours” since before he was born. The lyric above was supposed to be his talking points. The apple was supposed to fall far, far, far from the tree. But alas…I think we have a problem here.
For those that don’t know me BB (Before blog), my late high school and college years were defined by an identity. With the release of the movie “One Crazy Summer” and my addiction to playing basketball, I quickly earned the nickname “Hoops”. It stuck and was literally what I became known as. Yet that is a name that I was glad to bury. It is a time, a season and a person that I am no longer. If I never had to face or remember those days again, it would be all to soon.
Wouldn’t you know that my son is now absolutely addicted to basketball? He is destined to be a total “gym rat”. From PS2 to the Hoop in the basement, he cannot get enough. H-O-R-S-E, P-I-G, Round the basement world, we are playing it every night after dinner. He is all “hoops” all the time. I’m really okay with that. I actually love it. But I hope and I pray that the whole “hoops” thing ends right there. I’d give anything to have my little man not be the guy that I was. Lord help me guide and mold this child to seek you, love you and be who you want him to be.
On a lighter note: I think my obsession for North Carolina has also carried over. He recently informed my father-in-law that “Duke is evil”. He’s only 6 years old!
And a child shall lead them….