Today was a monumental day. Today my little boy took his first of many tests in karate. I watched my beautiful child fight, struggle, and push himself just to take one little step up. But for him, it was a major accomplishment. Ya see, my boy struggles to get through most days. He struggles to voice his emotions. He struggles to get along with others. And he struggles every day in school to read and write.
Ah, but today. Today my beautiful boy showed that group of students and parents what determination looks like. He fought and fought hard. Damn hard. I was already beaming with pride by the time his instructor announced that he had passed and handed him his new belt.
However, nothing could have prepared me for what happened when he walked over to me. He looked me in the eyes and said, “I passed” and then burst into tears as he fell into my arms. My beautiful boy was so incredibly proud of himself that he couldn’t hold back his emotions. He soaked my shoulder with his innocent tears as I rocked him and told him how truly proud I am.
Oh, the tears came pouring from my eyes too. And nothing, nothing has ever made me so proud before today.