Tuesday Caleb competed in a Karate Tournament. He did great! He remembered all the techniques he has been working so hard on. Especially the blocking. I had mixed feelings however. You see, after years and years of watching gymnastic meets, this is a completely different experience for me. Oh sure, there's the worries and anxieties like , "Is she going to make her flik flik on the beam and not fall and break anything?" Or, "I hope she makes her Giant and flyaway and sticks her landing."
It isn't like, "Oh, I hope he lands his kick and doesn't get the snot kicked out of him." Or "I hope that last punch to the head doesn't make him dizzy."
Caleb is the one in blue. The parents of the boy that Caleb are sparring with were yelling, "Kick him! Punch him! Combo one two punch!" If he landed a particularly hard hit, they would say, "Just like that! Kick hard!" They're even doing it in two different languages. Okay, I've spoken to his mom before and she's a really nice woman--but excuse me?!? Did she just tell her son to hurt my son? All I could muster was a "Go Caleb! Good job! You can do it!" Caleb really fought hard during this last match. His first match they just kind of circled each other and kept their defensive positions.
I accidentally deleted the picture of Caleb on the medal stand. (He got second place.) Aaagh!Don't you hate it when you do stupid things like that? I do stuff like that ALL the time. I wanted to compare it to the girls when they are on the stand.
See Rachel and the other gymnasts smiling and saluting? If I had Caleb's picture, you would see all the boys looking very serious and sweaty.
This is Emma on the beam when she was seven. You can tell it's her. Isn't she cute? Doesn't she have good form? Now look back at the picture of Caleb; you can't tell who is whom! With gymnastics meets, the anxiety is in hoping the girls throw the element that they've been working so hard on; it's not the anxiety of watching your child and another beating the tar out of each other. In all seriousness though, I'm extremely proud of my boy and more importantly, I'm glad he had fun. I'm still trying to get the whole "differences between boys and girls" thing.
It isn't like, "Oh, I hope he lands his kick and doesn't get the snot kicked out of him." Or "I hope that last punch to the head doesn't make him dizzy."
Caleb is the one in blue. The parents of the boy that Caleb are sparring with were yelling, "Kick him! Punch him! Combo one two punch!" If he landed a particularly hard hit, they would say, "Just like that! Kick hard!" They're even doing it in two different languages. Okay, I've spoken to his mom before and she's a really nice woman--but excuse me?!? Did she just tell her son to hurt my son? All I could muster was a "Go Caleb! Good job! You can do it!" Caleb really fought hard during this last match. His first match they just kind of circled each other and kept their defensive positions.
I accidentally deleted the picture of Caleb on the medal stand. (He got second place.) Aaagh!Don't you hate it when you do stupid things like that? I do stuff like that ALL the time. I wanted to compare it to the girls when they are on the stand.
See Rachel and the other gymnasts smiling and saluting? If I had Caleb's picture, you would see all the boys looking very serious and sweaty.
This is Emma on the beam when she was seven. You can tell it's her. Isn't she cute? Doesn't she have good form? Now look back at the picture of Caleb; you can't tell who is whom! With gymnastics meets, the anxiety is in hoping the girls throw the element that they've been working so hard on; it's not the anxiety of watching your child and another beating the tar out of each other. In all seriousness though, I'm extremely proud of my boy and more importantly, I'm glad he had fun. I'm still trying to get the whole "differences between boys and girls" thing. 
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