Scarlet and I went out to eat after our second Tae Kwon Do class. How novel to be able to go to a public place and relaxingly hang with my daughter. No tantrums, no tears. She is a full-on kid now. She picked out the booth, carried the drinks and went to get napkins. Each time she said, "Don't worry--I got it, Mom." This is a welcome change from what would have happened one year ago. (Well, we wouldn't have gone 1 year ago as I was still recovering from PTSD as a result of her 15 month-old to 3.5 year-old self).
Worst Part of the Day-
Going to Tae Kwon Do was a little depressing. First off, I was 1 hour early for the class because I read the schedule wrong (my land, I studied that thing for minutes, too!) I walked around in my 4 sizes too big crisp uniform realizing there are so many rules (which is why kids do well, I suppose): bow to the flags, no idle chat, talk in low tones, count in Korean, say Pil-Sung to all black belts. Oh mylanta. I started to get the sinking feeling that this is just another one of the crazy things I try and do not stick to...ballroom dance, various yogas, kick boxing, watercolor. The realization that I am a bit of a slacker when it comes to classes really hit me tonight. (What can I do? My rebellious nature makes me want to skip, skip skip all classes--even classes I enjoy! It's not normal.) I simply want to be fluent in Spanish without studying for years and yeah, I'll admit it--I want to be a black belt (without following all these darn rules). I'm going to force myself to enjoy this process. At least for 6 months (because I already paid for it.)
Pil-Sung!
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