WHOSE DREAM IS IT?

"Mom, I want to quit karate."attended. I bought him books and videos, then
With those few words, Ryan, my thirteen-year-oldquizzed him on the material. In my mind, the more
son, declared war.opportunities he took advantage of, the quicker he
For two solid years, four times a week, I had willinglywould advance to that all-important Black Belt.
driven thirty miles to the nearest karate dojo. In thatBut along the way, I forgot to ask Ryan what he
short amount of time, Ryan exhibited a natural abilitywanted. So I felt shocked and disappointed when he
that quickly moved him up the ranks. He had earnedtold me earning a Black Belt no longer mattered to
the first black stripe on his Brown Belt. Only twohim.
more tests until he would have his Black Belt. And"I'm going to quit," he said. "It's no fun anymore.
now, he wanted to quit.Baseball season starts soon and I'd rather practice
The lessons had been Ryan's idea, not mine. To me,baseball than karate."
karate implied violence. To Ryan, they represented"But you're so close to becoming a Black Belt," I
power.insisted. "Why give up before you reach your goal?
"Mom, I'm a wimp. I'm tired of all the bullies picking onHaven't you listened to anything Sensi has tried to
me. I need to learn how to defend myself."teach you?"
I resisted. My excuses ranged from, "I don't want"Yes, Mom, I have. Sensi said anything is possible if
you to get hurt. You'll never practice." And thatyou're not afraid of hard work. I want to play in the
parental favorite, "We can't afford it."Major Leagues someday. That means I have to
I didn't give in until the day he came home with adevote my time to improving my baseball skills. I'd like
bloody nose because of a bully who made him kissto try out for the High School team, and maybe play
the pavement, nose first.winter ball, but I need to practice hard if I hope to
Karate lessons began the very next day.make the cuts."
From the beginning, I sensed something special about"Couldn't you stay with karate for just one more
the school. His Sensi, (teacher) did more than justyear," I begged, still clinging to the vision of his Black
teach the kids how to defend themselves against anBelt.
enemy. He taught survival skills for life.Ryan stood his ground and shook his head. "I learned
"Keep your eyes open," Sensi told them. "Be awarewhat I wanted to from karate. I know how to
of what's going on around you. Set goals. Learn thedefend myself, even against people bigger than me.
skills needed to meet your goals."I'm not afraid of bullies or a gang with knife, because
Once Sensi asked a class of thirty-five kids, "HowI know what to do and how to get away."
many of you consider yourselves average?" To hisHis only other comment was, "If getting a Black Belt
dismay, almost every hand went up.is so important to you, Mom, maybe you're the one
"Put your hands down," he yelled. "Never, ever admitwho should be taking karate instead of me."
that you are average. You have within you the abilityHis words shocked me, much like a bucket of cold
to be anything you want, as long as you're willing towater jolts your system awake. That's when I
work at it."stepped back and took a good look at my son.
Even sitting on the sidelines, his words touched me,There had been no whining. He hadn't raised his voice
infusing me with a hidden strength. He made me feelor lost his temper. He had come to a decision based
like I could do anything. And as adamantly as I'd beenon the goals he had set for himself. Then he
against karate in the first place, I suddenly becamepresented the facts to me in a calm and grown-up
its biggest advocate.manner.
Ryan never missed a class or a test. With the rest ofNo longer my little baby, but not quite a young man,
the students, he performed monthly demonstrationsRyan had taken the first step toward adulthood by
in parades, shopping malls and fairs. When specialtaking control of his own life. Which, I think, was
seminars came around, I always made sure heexactly what Sensi wanted to teach him all along.