By BETH VRABEL
“Remember to say, ‘Yes, sir,’” Benny, my 4-year-old, told me. “And bow, like this.” He bobbed, almost falling on his head.
“Got it,” I told him as I tightened my belt.
“Kung Fu Mama,” he giggled.
We walked into Dover Dragons, the Tae Kwon Do studio where my 7-year-old daughter, Emma, has been taking classes for about two years.
Now, it’s a family affair. My husband, Jon, signed up for adult classes a month ago, and just before that, Benny became a Lil’ Dragon.
I saw Emma’s confidence soar with each new belt she earned. My little princess could break wood with a single kick. She knew how to defend herself, and understood when it was appropriate to do so.
I saw joy personified as Benny sprinted across the mat. Of course, he fell over a moment later, but I have hope future classes might help with coordination.
I saw that Jon’s classes brought the word “workout” to a whole new level. Kicks, punches, yoga-like stretching, push-ups, sit-ups, sprinting and more. It’s intense.
And I was no longer content to sit on the bench.
“Remember,” Emma told me, “just do your best. Everyone will help you. Don’t be scared.”
“Got it,” I told her, smiling at how similar this was to my pep talk to her when she started. I remembered her flushed face and jumbled nerves. Now, my stomach was clenching.
Doubt flooded me. What was I doing here? I’ve never been athletic. Never been one to join in a sport. I almost turned around.
But then I saw Benny smiling at me from the bench. Jon already was on the mat. And Emma was beside me.
“Ready, Mama?” Emma asked. This was a Saturday family lesson, so we would take this class together. She grinned again, and I knew she loved being the one who knew what to do. I could see that she was proud of me, too.
So I swallowed my nerves, bowed with my daughter, stepped onto the mat, and practiced what I preached.
Beth Vrabel lives in West Manchester Township with her daughter, Emma, 7, and son, Benny, 4.
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