I think I’m finally their hero

So many many MANY years ago-Half my lifetime ago, (Wow that’s scary but true) I used to practice taekwondo do. I loved it. It was like my second home, my second family, and I was proud of my accomplishments. I have a second degree black belt. (Doesn’t look like it. I know) but I say “have” and not “had” because it lives inside you. It never goes away. I always wanted to bring my kids to take lessons- boy or girl, no matter what I had. The time has finally come. I really hoped they’d like it and guess what? They do!! I am really proud. My 4 year old actually participates until he’s tired, not like in soccer where he either picked up dirt or was touching ladies’ hair or both! (Ew!) So then my 6 year old wanted to see my box of trophies and medals and they begged me to come teach them. I have to admit, it was hard to sit on the other side of the glass. I actually did want to be in there. So my instructor from way back enticed me to come into the class and train in the back as clearly joining a black belt class would be suicide. I put on that uniform. (Yes it still fit!!!) and I decided to go train. Kicking the bag was pure adrenaline but then it kicked in, the embarrassment. I just thought how bad my joints were gonna crack, or my back was gonna give out, i kicked myself for not getting that pedicure and the worse part was kids that weren’t even born when I used to train are higher rank then me now. So I swallowed my pride and did it for my kids because they really wanted me to and I thought I should be a good role model. Of course never because i needed to do something for myself. But I forgot that I was a certain age and trying to remember patterns I used to be able to do in my sleep, was a challenge. I was a little disappointed in myself. But something happened today. Today I took my son aside to show him the white belt patterns, which I knew, thank God, and he giggled. He wouldn’t stop giggling. Now my first reaction was to get upset because in my day, giggling was unheard of in the class and was rewarded with push ups but I realized he was giggling because his mother was a black belt and others were watching his mother teach him. He was so honoured to have me as his mother. Not something a 6 year old usually expresses. It’s kinda like when you’re the hot mom at school. Get it?? However that feels. Lol. It made me kinda proud of myself and I realized that this was a life lesson. 1.Doing something your kids want to do, makes you an inspiration. And 2. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know everything. Your kids don’t know that. As long as you know a little more than them, you can teach them something and you are doing a great job as a parent. So thanks to my son for pushing me to do something I always wanted to and to my instructor for not allowing me to fail.


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