made of awesome
I rarely blog anymore, and I anticipate blogging less as I certify to teach. But I did want to mention that my kid is made of awesome.
He is 6. Absolutely 6. He asked for his first mohawk, and after we established that that particular hairstyle is meaningful in North American indigenous cultures as battle attire, he received it. (Because of his cowlick, it looks sort of funny. Travis Bickle, Jr.)
He is attending this week something we'll call Karate Kamp, although it's age-appropriate and not even really martial; yet how can a person resist saying "Karate Kamp"? I can't. So at Karate Kamp I observed my kid comforting a classmate who'd had a six-year-old camper meltdown.
"I'm glad you're feeling better," he said, when the kid calmed down.
Over the weekend, he made a pet of a doodlebug and named it "Ned."
As the final proof that my kid is made of awesome, I submit the following video evidence: