In the months since I first stepped into the dojo, I became acutely aware of the challenges faced by my son, Alex, who consistently resisted wearing the required karate uniform. You were the attentive mom who reached out, offering kindness when others seemed oblivious. Your suggestions about how to navigate his refusal to wear pants as the temperature dropped were appreciated, even though I had exhausted many of those ideas already. I recall the day you attempted to engage Alex when he was struggling; unfortunately, he resorted to his “ostrich act,” turning away and pretending you weren’t there.
You’ve observed Alex’s progression in the dojo, and while it’s a positive development, his tendency to run around and flap about before class often drew disapproving looks. You may have witnessed my various attempts to control his exuberance, perhaps even the day I tried every tactic to get him into his Gi, resulting in a chaotic scene with him screaming and tears flowing. I wonder if you were present when he became so upset that I had to hold him down—what I disguised as a bear hug—until the crowd lessened, allowing me to retreat with him to our car before his emotions escalated further. The physical reminders of that day still linger.
Then came the incident that marked today. Unintentionally, Alex knocked your son, Charlie, hard in the eye. As Charlie cried, Alex didn’t offer an apology or check on him; instead, he flopped down on the mat like a fish out of water. You comforted Charlie and sent him back into class, while I felt the tension rise as I had to pull Alex out ten minutes later, as he danced and flailed through moves he’s capable of performing. Fortunately, my friend was present to take him to the car while his siblings completed their class.
Afterward, I sought you out to express my regret over Alex’s actions. Your reply of “It’s okay” carried an undertone that suggested otherwise. I echoed your sentiment, assuring you that it was not okay and that I was genuinely sorry. As I waited to speak with the Shihan about my son’s future in the class, I couldn’t help but feel a tear slide down my cheek.
Your words to me, coupled with an unexpected hug, were a balm to my frayed nerves. I didn’t feel worthy of your kindness after Alex’s behavior, yet you embraced me again and reassured me that everything would be alright.
You were right; it will be okay. While some days, like today, feel overwhelming, I pray each night for guidance to become the parent Alex needs. Every morning, I rise determined to give him the tools to navigate a world that often feels out of reach.
I cherish my son just the way he is, with a love that I know resonates with you. My aspiration is to assist him in developing the skills necessary to thrive in a neurotypical environment. Thank you for your compassion on this difficult day; it meant more than you could know.
Best wishes,
Megan, Alex’s Mom
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Summary:
The author shares a heartfelt account of her experiences at karate class with her son, Alex, highlighting the challenges of parenting a child who struggles with conformity and social norms. She expresses gratitude to a fellow parent for their kindness and understanding amid difficult situations. The letter underscores the importance of support within the parenting community as she navigates the complexities of raising a child with unique needs.