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:
"horsey buck off"
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."