How One Boxing Lesson Changed Me Forever
Yesterday I took my 6-
year old son, Santana,
to his first ever boxing
lesson. I wouldn’t call
overprotective mom ---
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.”