Green Belt and Wrestling

Brian took his test this week and earned his green belt. In my opinion his best defence is his expression - it would scare anyone in their right mind (or not) off. I had planned on videoing as he broke his board with a jump front kick but Britt needed the bathroom so I missed it. Brian did indeed break his board.




Caden has decided to do wrestling as his sport this year. The boys have done soccer, baseball, and basketball, but wrestling is new to us. Wrestling is raw male instinct. Beat your opponent. Push him out of the circle, or pin him. Even the very littlest wrestler (5yrs old) is very serious about this. The fathers pace the perimeter of the mats encouraging their young offspring to pin him, push him, flip him etc., and lean forward anticipatorily, while we mother's hover near the door in vain hope of some fresh air leaking in and giving our lungs respite from the room's smell which I can only describe as "sweaty vomit". Thankfully, our coach (Ryland's 5th grade teacher) does not have the attitude as evidenced in other wrestlers and coaches. The attitude I speak of is not limited to wrestling, but many wrestler's have a certain "build", and it is easy for my imagination to look out on these obnoxious strutters and see bantum chickens establishing a pecking order. Caden has noticed the attitude (I promise I didn't say anything) and it was a good opportunity to express that obnoxious children sometimes grow up to be obnoxious adults or teens. So let's just make sure we aren't obnoxious.
'til next post,
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