The thought of wrestling monsters doesn't really seem like a far fetched thought to me.
Wrestling the eating monster, the reflux monster, the throw up monster, the surgery monster, the respiratory monster, the infection monster, the really, really, really big RTS monster.
I feel like every day there is a monster who needs wrestled back, or one lurking in the shadows thinking about pouncing on me with an attack. Even when things are good, I can sense these monsters. It seems I'm holding my breath waiting for the next wrestling match to start.
Sometimes it seems this is the hardest part of raising Alex, the knowing something is coming, maybe an infection, or even a surgery, something is next, and I just have to wait for it, not relax.
Always have my wrestling gear on, my stance, keep up on my toes, so I wont get tackled from behind, and held down.
For Alex, wrestling monsters only means crawling into his brothers room to find his sweet, friendly, bean bag monster. He hugs, rolls, flips, and wrestles this friendly monster. I got your back buddy, Ill wrestle the big monsters, and you stick with yours.