Nothing says, “Priceless” like dropped jaws and tears of joy.

Living in a home where everything is male: husband, two sons, dog, cat, and even the two fish, you learn to enjoy sports and entertainment of all varities; not the least of which around my home is WWE Wrestling.

Throughout the last decade, as my oldest son, Matthew, has grown up and the youngest, Cooper, has come along WWE Wrestling has been a staple for entertainment. Most recently, even I have become a fan of one wrestler in particular. (Over time, these things grow on ya’)

Most importantly I have enjoyed the camaraderie that swells in the living room on Sunday and Monday evenings when this wrestling entertainment comes on television. The time spent between father and sons oohing and aahing over the moves, feats, and taunting in the ring is a delight to warm any mother’s heart. Seeing her three favorite men united in one cause, rooting for or against a decidedly good or bad guy, confirms that dads do have a place to fill in young mens’ hearts that none other can do.

Knowing that this entertainment is one of the ties that binds our unit together, you can imagine the surprise we pulled on the two kids last Sunday evening. We simply told them that they were not allowed to have any plans after 2:00 in the afternoon because we were going to have “family time.”

Seventeen year olds don’t like this kind of thing. Immediately the fussing began. “This sounds labor intensive.” “What will I have to do?” “How many hours is this going to take.” Blah, blah, blah.

My husband and I said nothing.

Just for fun, I bought each child a package of gum and told them it was for the ride and was their only clue as to what we were doing. We piled in the car and started the 90 minute drive to Florence. Matthew gave up guessing what torment and torture lie ahead and we had a most pleasurable drive.

Believe it or not, we made it all the way into the parking lot of the arena without either of the boys noticing a sign. When we pulled in there were lines of people all over the place. Matthew and Cooper began, “What in the world? Where are we?” My husband turned around and said, “We’re at WWE Smackdown!”

That’s when the moment hit! Cooper’s mouth literally dropped open and then tears of joy began running down his cheeks. Matthew exclaimed and hugged Cooper. “Can you believe it?! I’ve wanted to do this for years. Remember, Dad we always talked about it.”

And so it came to pass. The four of us retrieved our tickets and entered the arena for what was two and a half hours of pure entertainment! My Visa moment came to life- gas to Florence: $28, 4 tickets to WWE Smackdown: $197, dropped jaws and tears of joy from my sons: PRICELESS.

| Uncategorized | January 19, 2010

About the author

Wynn Godbold is an inspired educator who stretches herself and those around her to new heights. Her work as a speaker, trainer, and administrative coach carries her across the United States where she spreads her message of inspiring teachers to reach children with authenticity, joy, and success. Her teacher retreats are known to empower teachers to love their lives. Teachers world-wide experience personal growth through the products and packages she offers on line. In June of 2012, Wynn kick started the International Academy of Bee Sharp Teachers. Wynn is Nationally Board Certified in Reading and the Language Arts. She has certifications in Education Administration, Elementary and Early Childhood Education. In addition to running Bee Sharp, she consults for the McGraw Hill Education Group and serves on the Educational Team at Page Turner Adventures. Wynn lives in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina with her husband, two sons, and the family dog, JR.

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  • Francis X. Archibald January 19, 2010

    A precious moment that will live in your heart forever. And the boys will talk about it to their children some day. Well done!

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