There has been a shift between my oldest son and me. I’m not sure exactly when it happened but it most definitely has.
It used to be that I could, with ease, control the pace and tempo of our pick-up basketball games, carefully choreographing the final winning shot. And that winner and the final score was largely determined by me. Sometimes it was him, sometimes me. Sometimes it was close and other times a blowout. But it went according to my plan.