"Mom?" Aidan tugged on my sleeve. "Mom."
I pushed his hand down in annoyance as my favorite show played on the television. "Quiet baby, mommy is trying to hear her show."
The silence lasted a whole minute before his little hand reached over and physically turned my face until I was looking directly at him. "Mom. This is important. Really."
I focused in on his serious little face and sighed in regret as I muted the t.v. and gave him my full attention. "Important, huh? Lay it on me, baby my love."
His little forehead scrunched up as he relaxed back against the couch pillows and snuggled his feet into my lap. His eyes met mine and he said, "Mom, is there a job that doesn't have to follow the rules all the time. A job where I can be the good guy and have as much fun as the bad guy? I want to be the good guy and the bad guy."
My mind went blank. There were any number of amazing, life lesson learning, answers I could have given, but I couldn't think of a single one. Knowing my son and his proclivity for action, battles, and defeating the bad guy, I settled with, "Well, if you want to be a good guy and a bad guy at the same time I guess you'd like being a vigilante or a bounty hunter. Since a vigilante would be shot on sight by the police, maybe you should think about being a bounty hunter. They have a little more leeway when it comes to rules, but they still take out the bad guys."
His eyes lit up as his imagination started picturing himself as a bounty hunter. Of course he thought of his weapons first. "Really? Being a bounty hunter sounds cool. Could I use swords AND guns if I was a bounty hunter?"
I smiled at his exuberance as love filled my chest with an overwhelming warmth. "I don't see why not, but you'd have to get really good at using them first."
"Yeah, I need to go to a sword and gun school," he said seriously.
"You'll need to learn how to disarm the bad guys, arrest them, and defend yourself as well."
"Wow, where can I learn all that?"
I thought a minute. Surely there was some way to turn this to my advantage. Getting one over on my hard headed little angel was always a plus. Then it hit me. "Well, karate could teach you most of those things."
"Sure, but you would have to listen and work really hard."
Aidan jumped to his feet and did his version of Bruce Lee off the couch. He proceeded to karate chop the coffee table, sofa, and television as ninja sounds blasted out of his mouth at a very high volume. Then he froze and turned back toward me, running back toward me in his excitement as he said, "Mom, can we go to karate today? Please? I want to be a ninja now."
I laughed and shook my head. I guess I was going to be looking up karate lessons near our house this afternoon.
Aidan is now happily dreaming of karate chopping bad guys. We plan to attend our first lesson this next weekend. I am happy that he will begin training not only in learning to defend himself, but also in learning self-discipline, control, and respect. I wonder if he would be as excited if he knew that all of those lessons were part of the package? Probably not, but I don't plan to let him in on my little secret. This WIN belongs to mommy.
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