Hey, guess what? This is my 876th post! That's CRAZY!
Anyway, this is another post about Karate. If you are sick of reading about me talking about Karate, then move on to your next blog. But since I think I have 3 people who read my blog on a consistent basis, and they all share my same blood line, I'll go on.
Today Jackson did his first Karate belt test. In a word - awesome! I didn't expect to be so moved by the experience, but I was. Here's what gets me. My kid is 6 years old. His Sensei is speaking to him in a combination of English and Japanese, and my son responds to his Sensei's words. I have NO IDEA what Sensei Swain was saying, but Jackson did. Sensei said something, Jackson responded with appropriate actions and words. It was so freaking cool! It was, dare I say it, powerful.
Here's the thing - all the things my son knows to date are things I know. He has "fact power" at school (meaning he knows all his math facts), which as a 37 year old woman, so do I. I know the amount of geography he knows. The spelling he knows. Art and music, I can keep up. Science, sure, I can swing that. I even know how to belay down a climbing wall like he does (though I confess, he's far better at it than I am). Not major feats - I SHOULD know all the things my 6 year old does, cause, you know, I have 31 years on him and I completed the first grade with flying colors 30 years ago. But you know what I don't know? Shotakan Karate. Know who does know it? My 6 year old. That's wild! I doubt I'm expressing myself the way I want to, or the way my brain wrapped around today's experience, but the word that comes to mind is powerful. I see so much potential in my boys, and to see it happening before my very eyes just brings me to tears. And yes, I teared up, sue me. My boy rocked it!
Oh yeah, and woo-hoo, 876!