He had a hard class last night. There had been tears and thoughts of quitting, but Mom and Dad did the best thing, THEY TOLD ME and brought him to me this afternoon to talk it out.
Luckily, I am not so scary, out of my uniform, with a towel around my waist and dripping wet from a swim lesson.
From his point of view it turns out that critiquing and picking on someone can sometimes look and feel the same.
…After bowing in for class I had everyone turn their belts around and lay on the floor with me in a tight circle. Taking my index finger I started drawing a circle on the ground…”If the path to becoming a black belt were easy, everyone would do it.”
They thought about it.
“Is it supposed to be easy?”
They shook their heads, ‘No.’
“I am so proud of you for being here tonight. You didn’t want to come earlier in the day, and you didn’t have to come tonight. But, here you are, in the middle of a bumpy spot on the road.”
At the close of class…”Wouldn’t it be amazing if we could learn to get excited for the hard times? Imagine if we did. Many adults can’t look at their situation and do that. But they prepare us to be better people.”