Walk It Off, Walk It Off

Classic Dad advice to his injured son (e.g., hit by baseball): "Walk it off, walk it off."

Today my son and I ran 65 minutes - probably about 9 miles, a medium-distance run for us - and my son had complaints about halfway through.  Cramps or something.  Itchy bug bites.

He kept wanting to stop, but I made him run through it.

Does that seem cruel?  Well, he thanked me afterward, and was fine.

I guess the genius of fatherhood is knowing when to say or not say, "Walk it off."

My Other Students

Sometimes I'm so caught up in my work teaching that I forget who my real students are.

Who are the children I teach with every word, act, and omission?  Who hears me in the car and from the other side of the bathroom door?

Yep.  My kids.  So today I took the three of them out to the Forsyth Farmers' Market, then out to lunch, and then the SCAD Mini-Comics Expo.  We ran some errands, and then went to mass.  They learned a lot, and I remembered that DAD is more important than my BA or MAT or even my cherished TOTY.



Key: BA - undergrad degree; MAT - "Master of the Arts in Teaching," my graduate degree; TOTY - Teacher of the Year, which I earned this year, big fancy pants that I am.