I go to the gym more now too. I'm desperate to keep beating Henry at arm wrestling for just a while longer. We both laugh as our biceps strain and our eyes bulge but he’s gaining ground. My wife thinks Henry will be at least 5’ 11’’. A good height we agree and think of the weeks we watched him hooked to tubes in the NICU.
My son’s friends are bigger than me. They pound into the kitchen ransacking the pantry - dropping mud clods from their shoes and crumbs from their PowerBars. They’re a pack of gym-obsessed; hormone-fueled scavengers.
I go to the gym more now too. I'm desperate to keep beating Henry at arm wrestling for just a while longer. We both laugh as our biceps strain and our eyes bulge but he’s gaining ground. My wife thinks Henry will be at least 5’ 11’’. A good height we agree and think of the weeks we watched him hooked to tubes in the NICU.
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Jennifer Duncan
19/4/2024 01:50:35 pm
The joy of seeing our vulnerable babies growing up to be strong teenagers when "they ransack the pantry".
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Sue Clayton
21/4/2024 04:43:39 am
I commented on this in the poetry section as it was also posted there.
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