There have been two a week practices, learning new forms. Tournaments that are competitive and long. Breaking of boards and thankfully, no breaking of hands. Sparing, where mommy prayed his pretty face would go unharmed. Bonding with new kids as we each chased the elusive black belt.
Last Saturday, my 8 year old boldly stepped in the dogo to do just that, get his black belt. I love watching him doing Tang Soo Doo. He does it with such fluidity and power. In many ways, it’s exciting, but yet bitter sweet. We leave behind the memories and great friends. But, we couldn’t be more proud of him. He’s grown so much.
