My son’s karate class
R__ started his Karate class today. I was watching, and I wanted so much to join the class. Sitting on the bench, I followed along part of the time. I even stood up for a bit.
After class, the instructor came and told me that for mother’s day, the dojo was offering moms the first month free. Of course, I told him I can’t possibly do that. I’m disabled, only six months out of my wheelchair.
He said that everyone there has limitations, and we only do what we can do. I’d be welcome in class, whatever my ability level.
It’s tempting! But I’m not sure I could even stand up for an hour, no matter how slow and careful I took it.
At least not more than once.
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