Winning dirty

(Florida) — The boy was supposed to be napping. He was a sweaty, tired mess. The morning began with meeting a beach Santa in a torrential downpour. When the skies cleared, he led us to the beach for football and sandcastle-building. By the time he had a burger in his gullet, it should’ve been straight to bed.

But the rain hadn’t started yet. The wife and I were listening to the Avett Brothers on the porch and looking at some pictures. So, the boy went off for what was supposed to be a 15-minute bike ride down the street with his Grandma. Half an hour later, he wasn’t back.

When he finally appeared, he was still sweating and everything in his eyes said he was ready to fall asleep on the floor.

“I met a beautiful girl,” he said. “That’s why we were gone so long.”

And then he stumbled into the house for a nap. I learned later that the objective of his affection and tardiness was a Hispanic girl named Catalina. Makes sense, I thought.

My boy and I are alike in more ways than I’ve realized. Today, I made a few more connections. Like me, he doesn’t care if he gets dirty, as long as he’s having fun. He doesn’t care how tired he is, as long as he is doing what he wants to do. He will go until he collapses, and then only when forced by simply biology and physics.

Winning dirty

(Not that you come here to see pics of my boy, but I have a ton from today’s morning at the beach over at my Flickr account.)

I’m not sure if it says I’m still acting like a four-year old or that my boy and I have a sense for what it’s like to get dirty for fun and make it work for us. Either way I could get sort of used to this whole beach living thing. The occasional rains slow down life enough to force the boy and me under shelter. He sleeps. I work. When the skies clear, it’s back to fun in the dirt.

That’s a life I could sign up for.

Brad Willis

Brad Willis is a writer based in Greenville, South Carolina. Willis spent a decade as an award-winning broadcast journalist. He has worked as a freelance writer, columnist, and professional blogger since 2005. He has also served as a commentator and guest on a wide variety of television, radio, and internet shows.

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4 Responses

  1. Da Goddess says:

    I love this post. Parenting at its finest. Rock on!

  2. goots says:

    Alabama does suck. Just got your twitter bout the ticket. My mom only ever had one ticket and it was in Bama. But perhaps the douce comment garnered you some redneck karma. Follow Goots.

  3. Play on Little Otis….Play on! Holla at your boy Joaquin if you need some pointers on the ladies….word. Your Dad fell in love with your Mom and it was over for him…you are young like me and need to play the field a bit more…thus, call The Rooster for directions.

  4. Drizztdj says:

    My wife took a picture of me and the kid on the couch playing video games.

    Like father, like son we didn’t even look up when she snapped the picture.