It was always my dream to pass on what I learned in life, but with the idea that my sons must ultimately forge their own paths. This is why there will never be a "Bill Jr." (much to the shock of my in-laws). I will not curse them so!

But still... Each of us has picked up a few special things in this life. Sometimes we can share it with the next generation, providing we don't ruin it for them by force feeding.
Getting number 1 son involved in karate has been an adventure to say the least. It started quite by accident. When he was 2, I got a call from daycare demanding I stop teaching him karate. What??? I was told he was booting kids in the butt while yelling "KICK!!!"
Number 1 son often came with me to the dojo. I would burp him while watching sanchins. Several students had the pleasure of performing kata with a toddler racing a truck around their legs. Apparently he was watching me urge people on as they kicked the shield I was holding. Not only did he learn to count to ten in Japanese first, but apparently he learned to do a front kick before a formal lesson. I told George, and asked him what he thought. George said "Buy him a gi and have him bow in!" That was the start...
But the road hasn't been easy, and I've been reluctant to push hard. Some of dad is in this young man, but so is some of mom. Dad has rhythm; mom has strength. Both parents ran track. But while dad played baseball, mom did bodybuilding. Dad loved coordinated movement; mom was best in a static pose.
I often used to say that karate was better for my son than my son was for karate. But how much of that was true? How difficult it is to be parent and teacher. How difficult it is to have high expectations but unbounded love. And of course my son is whom he is. Progress is best described by Steven J. Gould's description of evolution - long periods of equilibrium punctuated by brief spurts of progress.
I have my critics. I do not teach professionally, so I've never felt I owe anything to anyone on the promotional front. While I don't mind "the slow approach" for many "average" students, it bugs some. Are my standards too high? Too low? Am I hardest on those I care the most for? It's a constant struggle.
It was really tough for number one son this spring. He wasn't doing the work. He hadn't progressed. I knew it. Some thought I should promote him for just doing the time. I did not. He felt it was time to get his next rank. Instead, I let him test and fail. I especially caught flack at home. Sigh...
A dear friend even told me after camp that he told her "I ****** at karate." She sent me a kind note, and gave some wonderful advice. I think perhaps she and others actually nudged the boy a bit - in their own special ways.

When progress happens, it is wonderful. I can remember hearing 2 years of whining about how a knuckle pushup hurt. He refused to do it. Then one day he just went up on those knuckles. Two classes later - at the age of 7, he was doing adult pushups on them, and then putting all his weight on the two knuckles of one fist. You just couldn't shut him up!

It happened again. Two people witnessed it. After "sucking" at his last test, he performed a beautiful kanshiwa and kanshu. It happened one week before his 10th birthday.
The progress was coming, and several knew it. With his birthday was coming up, Rich - his godfather - brought in an orange belt. He dangled it in front of him. Funny...the thought had occurred to me to test him that day. Three of us worked, and worked, and worked...
It was a thing of beauty.
I won't mind if he plateaus a bit for a while now, as long as he enjoys the new view.

- Bill