KO In The Classroom

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Right across the hall from "Holiday Craftmaking," and down a few classrooms from "Knitting," Simon's mom taught kids how to punch.

Having finally figured out how to make volunteering in my children's classrooms enjoyable (hint: choose something you like doing), I offered to teach boxing for a Happening Hobbies event, right alongside knitting, guitar, origami and zumba.

Four 25-minute classes with 25 kids a piece. They make 5th and 6th graders big nowadays; some of those boys I'd put at 150+, and I could see in their eyes that all they wanted for Christmas was to hit stuff. The mitts took some concentration and serious arm tension (wouldn't have looked good if the teacher was taken out).

You can read in one of my favorite posts the mantra my kids and I usually recite on days when I volunteer; this time, when asked why I did this, I added, "So you can say, 'My mom can beat up your mom.'"

Just sayin'.

Comments

  1. Lisa Creech BledsoeDecember 20, 2011 at 12:48 PM

    Hah! This is awesome. Also, all your years of weightlifting clearly shows in your physique. Nice guns!

    Congrats on surviving 100 kids. What an inspiration.

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  2. Amy PhillipsDecember 20, 2011 at 2:21 PM

    It was actually quite fun, but EXHAUSTING. As for the guns: though I like to think of myself as HUGE, in the end I'm just a skinny girl with muscle.

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