A Sense of Accomplishment
I met one of my oldest, dearest friends the first day of ROTC. Tori and I have been friends for more than 20 years, even though since college graduation we’ve lived many states from each other. Tori is the perfect blend of kindness and strength, and I’ve always admired her amazing self-discipline. I knew that Tori had studied tae kwon do for many years, and I always credited the martial arts for much of Tori’s strength and self-discipline. I vowed that when my kids were old enough, I’d enroll them in a class.
Last night, my husband and I attended our four-year-old son Tyler’s first tae kwon do graduation. Tyler earned his white belt. As the instructor tied his belt around his tiny waist, Tyler looked at me, absolutely beaming and with the greatest sense of pride and accomplishment I’ve ever seen. I was so caught up in the moment that I realized later I didn’t take a photo, even though my camera was in my hand the entire time. But I soon realized that it really doesn’t matter because I’ll never forget that image of Tyler’s smile and sense of achievement.