He’s been asking to start studying kung fu for at least a year now. This past weekend we signed him up for classes at a fantastic school. He’s pretty psyched.
Pre-babies and pre-blog, I studied kung fu. I was a degree holder at a respected school in NYC (I guess technically I still am, though I left the temple in November 2001) and served as an assistant instructor in the children’s class and for beginner adults. When I left the temple I thought I would never want to study martial arts again. (Long story which I’ll gladly share over coffee but not over the internet.) Watching the adults practice at Kiddo’s new school, I kind of got the bug again. I think I could find the joy in it again. When the baby is old enough for me to leave her with Billy a couple evenings a week, I may very well give it a go. Mind you, that’s at least a year away. It feels good to be open to that possibility again.
Methinks his kung fu is strong.
I have kung fu envy. Want to be instantly able to repel all invaders. Maybe that is Genghis Khan envy. It’s so hard to keep it all straight.
Nifty! I hope you get back into it do indeed find the joy.
You know, when I saw the title of this post, my first thought was that it was YOU who was starting kung fu. You have so many interesting stories up your sleeve. Someday, when I’m up to my armpits in chaos and mayhem and even Calgon can’t take it away anymore, there will be an eSaver from Charlotte to Portland. Off I’ll go, with nothing but chocolate and coffee in my suitcase (beans, that is — not brewed!) and then maybe I’ll get to hear the Kung Fu story! I’ll call you from the airport, okay? š
I love this- I remember well your Kung Fu years!
I took O to her first tennis lesson at the same courts I played at over 20 years ago. Part of me wanted to pick up a racket again. Part of me was perfectly happy sitting on the bench watching, as my father watched me. š
I started Tae Kwon Do just to keep my then-kindergartner interested. Fast forward eight years (and three sons) and I am a 1st Dan, international and national medalist, and in the best shape of my life. Not bad for an old broad at 46 years old. Go for it Carrie!!