We're in the dojong for my son's belt test. The matted floor has about eight kids kneeling on it for the test in front of their teacher. The black ceiling is tall enough that we could tip the building on its side and have the same floor space. Parents of the students have found seats on the side of the mats.
My son is ready for battle in his dobok and yellow belt. That orange belt is calling his name, and it's all but his. Just have to pass the test.
I settle myself into one of the remaining faux-leather chairs and admire the general cuteness of my youngest child.
The teacher holds up his hands for quiet and the place deadens. Then my kid opens his mouth and says in a volume he usually reserves for yelling at his older siblings, "My mom has diabetes."
The teacher smiles. The parents around me chuckle. I melt into the bottom of my seat, pasting a smile on my reddened cheeks.
So, my question is this: When is it okay to start beating your children?
4 comments:
You are hard to contact. Thank you for writing Uneasy Fortunes. History inspires me and I appreciate the hope that comes from "watching" people deal with real difficulties and slowly but surely overcome them. I hope the story is as true to the real story as I hope it is. I would love to read more just like it.
Thank you so much, Kira! I also love history (mostly the story part of it). The real people that inspired the story are much, much better than my attempts at writing, but it's hard to get real people on paper. Too messy. :)
The characters you crafted were perfect for the story. You drew inspiration from real people, but your characters took on a life of their own. Pete and June are great. We love them!
I could just imagine you melting in your seat as your kid started yelling! LOL! :)
Thanks, E! What a pal.
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