It’s official, James is fully immersing himself in the art that is martial – Aikido. After participating in a trial class the past weekend, I thought he was all about the clothes and getting the belt but, that was a rather small tip of the ever-loving iceberg.
So proud, yet humble.
Behavior in the Davis Dojo has been radically altered. We honor the kitchen by bowing at the threshold. Following the bow, executing a quick and deadly kick/punch combo followed by an enthusiastic Hai Ya! is optional. Sitting crisscross applesauce is so yesterday, nope, we sit on our knees with our hands placed precisely on the knees. The aikidogi, or dogi for those in the know, must be carefully folded, never eaten in, or worn to bed. If I accidentally shrink his obi, I think I’ll be disowned and have to live the remainder of my days in a cave of shame.
We took James out to dinner to celebrate finishing his first class. We were so proud of him. He took it so seriously, and really did a fabulous job with his holds and take-downs. He demonstrated a fleetness of foot that was surprising. When we asked him what he thought of his first real class, he said with quiet dignity, “it was super awesome.”
James loved soccer but never said it was super awesome. But we’ll see how he feels in a few weeks when he hasn’t achieved a black belt.