… becoming a man
After this past weekend my daughter, son and I all moved into the intermediate level of karate. One of the things that goes along with that is sparring… full contact sparring. Pretty cool. One thing that isn’t so good is that “intermediate” means we don’t really know what we’re doing yet since we haven’t sparred yet. It really means that the guy I was sparring with didn’t know what he was doing. What that means is I got punched in the face.
But that’s not what “… becoming a man” is all about. What it is about you ask…. this…. My son is sporting himself a new athletic supporter and cup. In his word to protect his “tenders.” I honestly never thought that day would come.
Now if we can just keep him from showing how it keeps him safe.