For the record the word in the title is Stripier, not strippier.
The last month or so, the kids and I have been going to martial arts, specifically, Hapkido. It's a Korean cousin to aikido. It's all about defense and truth and family. I really like their philosophies.
After their first day, my kids each had a stripe on their white belts. It was a white stripe for energy. After only a month, they each have five stripes signifying things like breathing, holding, and protection. You wanna guess how many stripes their mom had?
I wake up twice a week at 5:30 in the morning so I can jog to my dojong and take an hour class. Then I jog home again. I think that takes more than enough energy to earn me a little white piece of tape on my belt, don't you? I am the only woman in my class of five to six men and I have to expend lots of energy just to compete with them.
I realize that for kids, they need the visual pat on the back for their achievements that a stripe gives. It helps motivate them. But I could use a little motivation too sometimes.
It's one thing to be older, bigger bummed, and sleepier than all my kids, but to have my five year old tell me that I didn't have any stripes on my belt because I wasn't trying hard enough was the outside of enough. I had to remind them who was still toughest.
Then, Master Christopherson redeemed himself. After repeatedly throwing my opponent to the ground using some complicated wrist lock, I was summoned to his office after class. I went in his office stripeless. Wanna guess how many I came out with? Five.
I came home and woke my kids up by rubbing it in their faces.