Yesterday, Spencer recieved his blue belt. Mimi, Paw Paw, John Robert, Denver and I attended his graduation ceremony at the karate studio. It was hot and crowded, Denver kept running around with other children and having coughing fits, and John Robert complained the whole time. But we weren't there for ourselves, we were there for Spencer. And Spencer was so proud of himself!
Spencer stood before the crowd and performed his sets and forms. His face was set in its typical angry scowl. Only his family knows the scowl means anxiety. Nevertheless, he seemed pleased with his performance.
After the ceremony, Paw Paw generously bought the boys milkshakes on the way home. His daddy, who had to work, recieved a full, detailed report of the entire ceremony over breakfast the next morning. Spencer wanted to tell everything from beginning to end. It meant so much to him!
A child psychologist wrote that no matter what you believe you have given your child or done for your child, the childhood he remembers is the only childhood he has. For Spencer, karate provides a deep sense of success. I couldn't be more grateful.
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