There are soccer moms, there are baseball moms, and then there are those of us who march to a slightly different drum.  We are the few, the proud.  We are the Kung Fu Mamas. 

 

Three days a week, rain or shine, 52 weeks a year, we load up our little warriors and head for the dojo.   We know the difference between a saber and a staff, an orange belt and a green, a Se Fon Se Be and a Kuhn leKuhn.  We can tell you where you left your nunchuks, tie your belt with our eyes closed, and threaten you in sign language through a plexiglass window.   We've cheered through the neverending rank test, felt the pain of the 3-minute horse stance, and screamed with pride when our child, or any child, broke his first board. 

 

We stick together.  We entertain eachothers kids in the lobby. We are a nontraditional breed, we keepers of the stinky sparring gear--a clan of warrior parents encouraging modern kids to master an ancient art.   We've had our share of broken lamps, and we don't always feel like sacrificing our Saturdays, but we believe that discipline and self control are lessons worth learning.   We believe hard work and physical training dont have to involve tossing a ball.   We are the Kung Fu Mamas.   Don't mess with us, and for sure don't mess with our kids.   We may just have a few moves of our own.