My son is a little, dear creature, without a trace of malice. He’s playful, as he should be at his age. It’s hard for me, and I don’t want to force him to do something he doesn’t want to do, but to protect him in the long run from the world outside his room and his little world, even when I’m not around, I’m making him train in Jiu-Jitsu. I’m not asking him to be a world champion. I’m not asking him to dedicate his life to it, just to go once or twice a week for an hour of training, and to do it consistently, week after week. So that one day he’ll know how to defend himself, or at least stand his ground with someone who wants to take advantage of his kindness or shyness. So that in the end he’ll know how to stand up to some grown-up jerks, if he has to. The world is dangerous today, and the situation looks like it’s getting worse. We can’t just pretend nothing is wrong. We have to be ready. My son doesn’t realize that yet, but that’s why we parents are here: to prepare our kids for life.
That’s why I started BJJ with him. He’s only been training for a few weeks. He’s a little lazy when it’s time to go, but he usually leaves training smiling. I know the coach is good with kids. While he’s training, I use that hour for my own short workout outside the academy, in the park. Last time I did a circuit: sets of pull-ups, squats, and leg raises on the incline ab bench. After his training, we’re both more or less satisfied, and we’re both sore. That’s a good thing. This week I had to go on a business trip, so I’m missing my own classes. Last night in my hotel room, I did 100 Mike Tyson push-ups. You can train anywhere. A good workout can be simple and cheap.
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