Last night, my son demonstrated one of the greatest feats of strength endurance of any 2 year-old I know. He carried 9 two-liter bottles of soda, one at a time, up a flight of 12 stairs and proceeded to overhead press them onto a high kitchen counter. Even though my wife and I encouraged him to rest, he refused to stop until the job was finished. I swear he was using power breathing, too! What was really sweet about the whole thing was that he did this without being asked (we don't believe in child labor); he simply wanted to "help" us. What a great son!
While watching this feat of strength, I was remind of two things. My son has his mother's persistence and the natural strength of my father. My dad was, and still is, the perfect model of the rare combination of strength and humility. He really would have appreciated this story.
