KICK THE GAME OF LIFE.

When my son asked my permission to join the Taekwondo team which I ranted from my previous post. Never as I insisted, but well, that’s not what had happened.

One of our fellow bloggers mentioned that it’s better for him to get hurt in a tournament rather than in a street brawl, I couldn’t agree more. So here he comes, he was included in the school match and you know what? he got the bronze!

I don’t have any expectation from him since it was his first match. I just kept on reminding him to be strong, competitive and be a good sport. When he told me he got only the third place, I assured him that he was good enough. Not all the first timer will achieve something like that. In response, he wants to practice more, and I agreed. 

Of course, I am proud of him and I love his spirit. I love the way he insisted to do what he likes, something that I didn’t do when I was at his age. But then, not everything he wants will be in front of him; not all the games he can win and not all the time, he can lose.

I know both of us have a long way to go.  Parenting is an endless job for me and he still has to learn how to play the game of life. 

Congratulations on your first kick son. The full support is in me now.