I have three claims-to-fame in my 39 years on this lovely planet.
- I once placed 2nd in a BMX bike race. Seven years old. My first BMX bike. A brand new birthday helmet. A big dirt track with hills and jumps. Early 80’s when BMX was super cool. And I came in 2nd…in my very first race! There were only two riders. It was also my last BMX race. But I did hang my red 2nd place ribbon on my wall.
- In the 8th-grade yearbook, I was selected as “Best Dressed.” The climax of my life – and the height of my style – was only a short 25 years ago. Not too shabby.
- At six, I was the youngest green belt my YMCA Karate instructor had ever encountered. I stopped shortly thereafter. A local YMCA record seemed sufficient.
There are no BMX tracks near us.
8th grade is still a long way off.
On Saturday, Little Dude captured his yellow belt in Tae Kwon Do. He’s only five.
My meaningless YMCA record has been crushed. By my prodigy.
There’s a bit of a technicality.
As “they” say, every great teacher wants their student to be better than them.
I love seeing Little Dude kicking ass and taking names. It literally warms my heart – yes, literally, as in my heart is physically warmer watching the awesomeness of my offspring.
Dad’s don’t like to be beaten. Especially by their kids. At anything.
In the generic YMCA karate of my youth, the green belt followed the white belt. In Little Dude’s TKD class, green follows yellow.
In Little Dude’s mind, Dad is still in the lead. And I’m keeping it that way.
I have the green belt (thanks Mom), and I’ll pass it down when the time is right – IE when Little Dude is 7.
Long live the Dad champ!
Congrats Little Dude…
And for contrast…