Sitting on the couch, I had my feet perched on the coffee table/trunk. I was flexing my feet and listening to my son chat about the day's adventures when out of the blue, he commented, "I want my calves to look like that when I am older!"
I stopped and looked at him. I know he saw the horror flash across my face, but luckily my mouth did not engage initially, and I quickly realized this was the greatest compliment. My son wants strong, muscular calves. What junior high boy doesn't?
Who knew my muscular legs would impress my son while they made me self-conscious? Who knew he would be so delighted with my genetic contribution to his DNA?
I didn't.
Perhaps it is time to rethink my perspective.
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