You know that cool girl in high school who everyone clamored to sit by at lunch? The one who made everything just look easy? The one who made everybody laugh? The one who effortlessly entertained everyone?
Yeah, I thought so.
Well, at the blogoshere lunch table, her name is Jen and she’s hanging out here today. She’s come by to share a small moment with her son, a small moment of connection and pride.
Now here’s where I point you to her blogs, The Martha Project and The Gift that Keeps on Giving (once you get to know her, you might find out about another deliciously diabolical blog). I could tell you to be sure to read More than 7 reasons I suck at Blogging and watch her So I can’t make Fried Corn Balls, what’s new vlog. But, I’d rather point you to her best bits. You’ll find those if you follow Jen, known as The Next Martha, on Twitter.
Here’s a good one:
I’m also fond of this one:
And my favorite recent tweet:
Thank you, Jen, for making me laugh on a ridiculously regular basis and for sharing your small moment with us. I truly appreciate you.
Test of Strength — by Jen
My son takes karate. He loves it. Because he loves it, I support it.
He tests to move up levels every 6 months.
At one test, I accidentally brought him to the wrong time slot for his rank. Instead of having us leave, they let him test with the group that was already there.
The time slot was for beginning white belted children. This is their first belt testing. Though Braden is not a pro-tester this is probably the 3rd time he has done it. The room is filled with about 150 spectators of parents looking on at their kids first testing.
Then there’s me. I’m there too. Feeling like a loser because my son is the only child with stripes amongst the white belts. This clearly yells “HELLO WRONG TIME ” to the audience.
The children are divided into groups. There were 15 groups of 3 children each. My son was placed in the last group. One child from each group tests at a time which means fifteen kids test together in front of a panel of judges.
White belts testing for the first time only have to do the first 7 steps of a kata. Once they get to the last group they have my son sit back. Then it dawns on me. All these kids only have to do 7 steps. Braden is going to have to prove he knows all 21 steps.
“How is that going to work?”
Then I saw. I exhaled and closed my eyes, disappointed in my time mistake.
There in front of ALL the judges, 150 parents, PLUS all the students who have completed their test was my son. He was told that he was going to do his testing by himself. He was 7 years old.
And my heart broke because it was my fault that we were at the wrong time. If he had been at the right time he would have tested WITH a group, not solo.
I almost expected him to turn around and look at me with tears in his eyes. I wouldn’t have blamed him. They were already in mine.
He could have just not gone through with it and ran to me.
I was ready for him, but he didn’t.
The judges called out each thing that they needed him to do.
Each time he did it with everyone in the room with their eyes on him.
The last step is to do the whole kata.
He does them without making a mistake, he bows and then is excused to sit.
I sit there and watch him. My heart is overflowing. I am so proud.
Even though I made a mistake I was awarded witness to such poise from my child.
In that precious moment.
*When my husband asked me what I was doing I told him I was writing about a “small meaningful moment”
He said “Good luck pulling that out of your black soul”