How One Boxing Lesson Changed Me Forever

August 16, 2016

 

 

Yesterday I took my 6-

 

year old son, Santana,

 

to his first ever boxing

 

lesson. I wouldn’t call

 

myself an

 

overprotective mom ---

 

but…

 

 

It may be true that…

I cried when I first witnessed him hold his breath underwater in our neighborhood swimming pool.  He came up for air proud of his accomplishment while I darn near had a panic attack.

 

 

Okay so I may be guilty of…

texting his grandmother a million and one times when he’s in her care just to check in on him.  I want to know what he’s doing at 2pm and at 2:30pm. What's the big deal?

 

 

 

It’s possible that… 

I watch him very closely as he plays outside with friends because, hey, anything could happen? Don’t judge me.  I doubt I’m the only mom that freaks out over scars and “boo-boo’s.

 


- Day One of Boxing -

 

 

The reality is, Santana didn’t have fear in the world as he trained with a professional at the boxing academy yesterday. As with anything unfamiliar, he was very nervous at first. After all, it was a new place full of unfamiliar faces and he's never boxed before. He looked at me for reassurance. 

 

 

 

 

 

“COOL lets pack it up and head out.”

 

Being a worried mom, my initial reaction was to get my son out of "danger" as quick as possible.Boxing?! This had been his big idea not mine. It was the polar opposite of what I WOULD HAVE chosen for him to do. In fact, I would've chosen golf -- something seemingly more safe. 

 

 

… But that annoyingly rational voice in my head told me that I couldn’t  let my worry show on my face. In that moment, I realized that Santana was not looking at me for an exit strategy but rather for comfort and encouragement.  He wanted to know that mommy thought he could do this because mommy's confirmation means EVERYTHING. If mommy confirmed he could, then in his head he REALLY COULD.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And he did.

 

He got into the groove so much that he was received praise from the trainers in the room. Comments ranged from "he's a natural" to "he picks up fast and will be learning combos in no time."

 

His one-on-one trainer at Singleton Boxing academy truly took his time to connect with Santana before beginning any type of training on form, technique, and so forth. It was the authenticity in his approach that truly gained my son's trust and allowed him to thrive on his first day.

 

 

 

 

So, he boxed. What’s the big deal?

 

Moms and dads, if you're anything like me then you, too, want to shield your child from all possibilities of harm. I get it. The world would be a perfect place if our children lived in safety bubbles, right?

 

When I first looked at Tana in that boxing ring last night with his trainer, my mind began to race. I envisioned him in a match with an opponent and completely freaked out. I panicked over all the possible dangers that came with him being in the ring and wanted to truly get him out of there.

 

But…

 

Who knew that allowing my son to complete his boxing lesson would change my entire perspective on life? It was my wake up call. Just like in the boxing ring, I want to shield Santana from all possible dangers in life -- even if the dangers are only minor “boo-boo’s”.

 

When he looks at me with those puppy dog eyes I want to "rescue” him from every tough time he's facing. But I can’t.

 

The fact is we ALL have to step into a “boxing ring” from the minute we wake up and start our day. Our trials are our opponents. Just like rounds in boxing, your trials have a timer. Whatever trial you may go through in life won’t last for eternity.-- but they will occur. It is how you deal with the trial that makes all of the difference. You can turn from your trial and run away in defeat OR you can look your trial in the eye and stand victoriously.

 

.Who knew one boxing lesson could change my entire perspective? 

 

If Santana ever turns back and looks at me again like he did during his boxing lesson, I will Simply encourage him to turn back around and face his opponent, challenge, or what have you in the eye. Life will happen -- even to my precious baby boy. It’s not my job to lie to him about the realities of life. It is my job to build him up into a King so that he may conquer any obstacle he faces.

 

End Note For The ParentsI know this letting go thing is easier said than done but from one overprotective parent to another -- I encourage you to  allow your children the room to grow and develop. You should still protect your children but sometimes our tendencies of being overprotective has an adverse effect and stifles our children’s' growth. 

 

 

In other words...

 

Mom....Dad, Chill Out.

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