The older boys have been in karate for years. Ryan is in the American Karate program and is now a purple belt. Reid is in the Little Dragons program and is a purple striped white belt.
We have a special place to put uniforms so that we can find all the required pieces and when we return home from karate they take off their WHITE uniforms.
I hate to break it to karate, but WHITE doesn’t really work for me.
White does seem to be a curious choice for people stretching, kata-ing and sparring. I suspect that I am up against a kajillion years of tradition and don’t want to complain because I do have it easier with my automatic washer and dryer than the karate moms of the past who were pounding white uniforms against creek-bed rocks.
My system to date has worked relatively well. We are usually able to find the necessary belt, gi, pants, undershirt and easily removed shoes along with a bag of sparring gear in the minutes before we have to leave the house.
All these items are returned to the hooks in the hall upon our return except for anything that might require washing.
The other day when starting the laundry I came across this…
That is weird.
Mud puddles and strawberry ice cream were not in the lesson plan of the karate class or available in the minivan on the way home.
I am issuing the following warning:
Listen to your mother, Reid-san…