Playing With My Son — The Message — Medium

In the days leading up to his birth, I’d jolt awake in a cold sweat from nightmares of raising a six-year-old athlete, begging me to go outside to play football or baseball or some other dreaded physical activity.

Crisis averted.

via Playing With My Son.

I wish I hadn’t gotten rid of all my old game systems!

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