Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting

So my oldest little dude has decided he wants to be Chuck Norris. Sort of. Or maybe Bruce Lee. He’s not quite sure yet. See, he’s begun training in the martial arts, tae kwon do, specifically, and he’s enjoying the heck out of it. Especially when he learns a new move and insists on trying it out at home on the family tackling dummy.

What? You don’t have a family tackling dummy? I didn’t think we did either. Until I found out I was the family tackling dummy. Then it all made sense.

Actually, this is a nice vindication. When my two oldest little dudes were much younger, say around six and seven, we had enrolled them in tae kwon do classes and they seemed to be enjoying it. For a while. Then they decided they didn’t like the actual hitting and, even worse, getting hit part of learning a martial art. After enough whining, I decided they could quit at the end of their contract. They quit and I started. I lasted about a year until the mother’s morning out in which I stashed my youngest little dude switched its hours and I couldn’t make the class any more.

Now I have to rely on dad fu instead of kung fu. Still pretty effective, just not as showy.

Anyway, the high school my oldest little dude attends has a martial arts club that brings in demonstration teachers every couple of weeks to teach a different style and he really enjoyed it. He enjoyed it so much he wanted to do more. Hence the tae kwon do classes.

It’s fun to watch him working hard, stretching his capabilities and learning new things. It’s also great to see him excited about something that doesn’t involve turning pages or clicking a mouse.

Other than getting beaten up far too frequently by my over enthusiastic son, especially since I’m going to get some revenge for that one and he doesn’t even know it yet. See, his little cousins, who are aged 11 and 9, both take tae kwon do. And they’ve got a much higher belt than my white-belt little dude so he’s going to have to get bossed around by them, smile and take it.

And I’m going to be laughing and laughing and laughing.

– Richard

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