The way to my boy's heart

If I haven't mentioned this before, please forgive me.

My boy is strong.

He is a force that must be reckoned with and reminded of his place: under the authority and headship of his parents.

But the way to my boy's heart = wrestling. It is a necessary component to almost every day. It helps him know that I am for him during the tough training times of the day.

Even now, we just had to take a break for some of our more signature moves:

"mom bomb"
"Izey piezy"
"steamroller"
"horsey buck off"
"face plant"
"The claw"
"The clamp"

And ones that were passed down from generations: "Robert dopert" (Joe's dad) and the "pig clip" (from my dad :)

Usually by the end of our wrestling session, he looks at me with all the love in his heart and says, "Mommy, I love you."