|E.D., with her cute little foam nunchaku.|
Some time ago, my husband had a dream.
In this dream, we were attending a belt testing at E.D.'s school. But it was not E.D. testing. It was Y.D., and at that point, E.D. was sitting on the board as a black belt. The test ended, and the master of the school allowed E.D. to present Y.D. with her yellow belt.
When he told me about the dream, both of us got all misty eyed and choked up, because that is the most awesome situation ever. The image of Black Belt E.D., smiling, and presenting Y.D., also smiling, with her yellow belt is just about the biggest "SQUEE" situation a parent could possibly experience.
Now we are on the cusp of his dream literally coming true.
Come the fall, Younger Daughter (Y.D.) will be starting formal classes (we are training her on the weekends to get ready for full class), at just about the same age that E.D. was when she began her martial arts journey.
E.D. was concerned that we'd force Y.D. into the martial arts, but there's definitely no coercion going on from us. Y.D. has been running up to the bag to kick and punch it pretty much as soon as she began walking. She will try to move along with us when we do forms, and right now, she likes to join me when I'm working in the home dojo and show me her made-up kata, which she calls her "missions".
|We like to get an early start, is what I'm saying.|
Some time in the fall, Y.D. will enter the same school E.D. attends as a white belt in Tae Kwon Do. By then, E.D. will, of course, be a Black Belt (and she plans to stick around). Thus, probably within the year, my husband's dream will come true.
It doesn't get much better than that, folks.
|Soon: all-gi version|