Getting a black belt in karate was a childhood dream of mine. I took karate classes at 6th grade and LOVED it. From my vague memory I think that I was actually pretty good. Problem was, being the only girl at the whole karate school, none of the boys was willing to spar against me and was left to spar against the instructor, I always felt he was letting me win. Then I started feeling too big for the kids class, and no adult or young adult class was there to the rescue. So I decided to file this plan in the dreams cabinet. Wasn't a dramatic decision though, at this age, like many other kids, I had plenty of other dreams to pursue.
About three years ago, after moving in to our new house, on my multiple trips to the grocery store, I started noticing at least a handful of people wearing some kind of martial arts outfit. It didn’t look like a Karate outfit but that was enough for me to check out where they all go. Some questioning and a tour to the neighborhood dojo made me feel like that aspiring black belt 6th grader again. I made up my mind (and told that to my kids, which turned it into a commitment) to sign up for Tae Kwon Do. It’s not Karate but was close enough for me. Minor issue, I was 7 months pregnant. I am an eager supporter of physical activity during pregnancy, but only if it’s something that you had started doing pre-baby (6th grade doesn’t count) and only if it is not a potentially dangerous activity. So the plan was to wait until after the baby is born + at least 6 weeks, to get the medical clearance from my OBGYN. Agreed. The kids were very excited and supportive, that meant no backing off.
But with a six-week old baby that would cry in anyone’s arms but mine, a negative balance (in the thousands range) of hours of sleep (I thought I had gotten this part down already after two kids that now sleep perfectly through the night), oversized boobs (really, I couldn’t fit into any of my sports bras) and not to mention leaking milk…(even when not thinking about baby) I was almost about to give up or at least postpone the idea, but this is were commitment kicks in, my older kids were actually still excited about the whole idea and made sure to express it often. So I went there.
The place was very welcoming and the instructor, I mean, the master, made it feel like home. He let the older kids watch from the side (and sometimes even invited them to try by my side). The adults class ran 2 evenings a week and one morning on the weekends, I was lucky if I could bring myself in twice, but it was fun, I was working out and was also setting a good example for my kids that watched me kicking, braking boards and sticking to my commitments.
My baby, however, didn’t appreciate that very much. Getting a break in milk and mom supply for over an hour every time was clearly not part of his plan. And the older kids got tired of watching me and on top of all I had to return to work. It is important to do something for yourself, by yourself, but I felt that my time at home was so sparse that I couldn’t spend any more time away. I also started feeling that I wasn't there enough for my kids, I know this was totally not an objective determination but for me this was the worst part. So from two classes a week it turned into once a week, and from once a week to not showing up at all and back to my dream cabinet it went.
Flash forward to about a year later, my older kids became interested in martial arts. No, not because of their mom's not so successful attempts to get them onboard but thanks to a TV series called "Kickin' it" that made it look cool. So back to the dojo we went, this time for the kids class. Now I was watching them from the bench, with an old time spark in my eyes.
It took about 2-3 classes until the instructor said I should join my kids for the kids class. I smiled, because I thought he was joking and because staying one additional hour for the adult class seemed impossible (schedule wise). "You are here anyway, why not workout and spend some time with your kids?" he said.
So the next week I came with my uniforms and belt. I figured that the kids class would probably be much easier than the adults class, but boy was I wrong... Watching the kids from the side, they made it look so easy... In real life though they probably burn about 2000 calories per hour if not more, which is about twice than a kickboxing class. So I got a few giggles from kids seeing an adult in their class but, within less than a month, at least three more parents joined in and the kids class turned into a family class. There's even a place for family groups to compete in Tae Kwon Do tournaments!
So now we go at least 3 times a week, the kids make sure we do. We work out to achieve a (now) common dream of ours and spend some time together. And littlest one doesn't mind anymore because he can now enjoy a one on one quality time with dad. He calls our class "Punch-A-Do".