A Rock’em Sock’em Pillow Fight

Hey Dad,

The other night we had a no-holds-barred, rock’em-sock’em-pillow fight. It had been a while since our last battle and the kids had been begging for a re-match for weeks. They had worn me down. I had no excuses left. They had won.

I loudly announced that we would compete for the world title, which meant we would clear the floor and beat each other senseless with pillows of all sizes for twenty minutes or until someone got hurt. The kids scattered like flies to get their weapons of choice, and even Abe, our two-year-old, was handed a pint-sized pillow.

Now, we don’t use the international rules that say you have to hit below the neckline. We prefer the midwest rules that state anything’s game as long as your opponent is still standing. That means no unnecessary whacking of a downed player (although there is some latitude in the interpretation of this rule).

Let me tell you dad. The kids love our pillow fight nights. They giggle and womp the daylights out of me and one another. I’m not sure it’s so much the pillow fighting they like, as it is doing something as a family, because I hear the same giggling when we play a board game, charades, or soccer out in the yard.

The only problem with doing these family activities is that they are sometimes a pain in neck. Because to tell you the truth, I’d rather do my stuff than their stuff. I have projects to work on, grass to cut, and major unwinding to do.

But when I force myself to do a pillow fight or play cards, I know I’ve just experienced the best part of living God has to offer.

So Dad, take thirty minutes tonight to play a game, toss a ball, or have one whale of a pillow fight with those kids who love you more than they’ll ever let on.

You ‘da dad!