I often find myself looking ahead (I know, I should enjoy these last moments of quiet time) to when I am able to do fun stuff with my son, everyday stuff, simple stuff, and silly stuff. I look forward to trips to the park and trips to the playground; I look forward to the games, the reading, the silliness, and of course, the losing. That’s right, I’m going to be a big time loser.
I can’t wait to lose a game of tag
I can’t wait to lose a game of tic tac toe
I can’t wait to lose a foot race
I can’t wait to lose a wrestling match
There are so many things I look forward to losing, and you’ll never find a happier loser than me. This dad will lose big and lose often, and will do so with a big old smile on his face.
I can’t wait to lose at checkers
I can’t wait to lose in basketball
I can’t wait to lose at hide and go seek
I can’t wait to lose in tug of war
I used to always want to win, I was competitive and hating losing. But now I aim to lose, one game at a time. I hope to teach and I hope to help. I don’t have all the answers, but I hope to have some.
I can’t wait to lose in finger painting
I can’t wait to lose a drawing contest.
I can’t wait to lose a silly face contest
I can’t wait to lose a cookie eating contest (there are no losers here!)
With all of this losing I’ll be doing, there are a few things I hope to never to lose. I hope to never lose track of what is really important to me now that I will be a father. I hope to never lose my son’s love or his trust, and I hope to never lose my family’s faith in me.