Tuesdays with Trey
means lots of time at the gym.
He's a lover of all sports and so it
didn't come as a surprise when he said he
wanted to try something new.
But why in the world has he chosen boxing?
Trey's my boy that isn't aggressive.
He's a lover not a fighter.
He's peaceful and calm.
He's never hit anyone
(except for one time but let's be real,
the kid had it comin to him. Sorry)
He's the one on the football field who
waits to tackle and then helps the kid who was knocked down, up.
He's my sweet and kind kid.
Parenting is hard.
It's confusing.
And it's full of blessings.
And it's hard.
And confusing.
I hate when Trey goes to the gym
to work on "his footwork, striking and muscles!"
He's my kiddo. My boy.
And he has a really pretty face.
And soon to be really pretty teeth, I happen to be paying
some hard cash for.
In case you wondered, My Trey is also a witty one.
When I asked him why he's on this new path,
he proudly explained,
"One day I'm gonna float like a butterfly and
sting like a bee."
If you have no clue where that comes from
ask a boxing fan.
Or just call Trey, he'd gladly school ya!
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