It's been a while, and a very busy while at that. I can't even remember all the different things I've done since last Tuesday, but I can tell you that life around here is an adventure every moment.
On Saturday, my Little Mr.'s competed in their first Tae Kwon Do tournament. I had my first experience of watching my kids really compete for something.
It's like most things in life, you really don't understand it until you live it. I always thought I understood about parents watching their kids competing, but really, I didn't. I can tell you, I cried right along with the mom of the little girl up for the grand champion of black belts in her division.
There were hundreds of kids there at this competition. There were also tons of older teen and adult competitors too. My kids were in the forms and breaking competitions for their age group and belt rank. Between them, they took 1st, 3rd and two 4th place rankings. I have some very proud little men running around over here.
And they should be. As much as these were little kids, it was real competition. Unlike a lot of our politically correct sports these days, not everyone won.
We stayed after they finished to watch the adult black belt board breaking competition. First, it was just plain incredible to see what these people could do. The years of training and discipline that go into being a black belt yield some unbelievable athletes. Second, it was a huge investment in my kids to take the time to let them see their teachers compete...and loose. There were some awesome lessons learned there on Saturday.
We also stayed for a while to see some sparing. This isn't a sport for wimps, or for mom's who are wimps.
I saw enough to change my view of this sport. I'm even more behind it now. To see so many kids and adults going absolutely full out to do the very best they are able to do was incredible. To see them compete and persist in spite of injury, pain and wounded pride was something I couldn't teach at home alone.
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