Thursday, July 11, 2013
ARM WRESTLING a rite of passage
In the Jewish tradition, when a young boy turns 13 and learns his religious lessons, he gets to announce to the world, "Today I am a man!" In my family that announcement does not come until a son out arm wrestles his father...that would be me.
I have three sons. Two are grown men. Two have and still can easily out arm wrestle the old man...that would be me. Mike defeated me at the age of 17; Matt was a few pounds heavier than his older brother, he pinned my arm down when he was 16. Spencer is 15 and in all previous attempts to, "Become a man" he has been easily defeated.
I see Spencer on occasional weekends...(very occasional)...every other Thanksgiving (except when he has sports conflicts which is always), every Christmas and Easter, and the month of July.
Last July Spencer was 5'8", 115 pounds. His attempt at manhood was short lived. This year Spence is 6' 150 pounds. We just had an arm wrestling match.
Spencer is still a boy.
My very sore wrist, shoulder and throbbing forearm tells me that this time next year he will most definately be a man!