My son started Tae Kwon Do a few months ago. He loves it. Absolutely loves it. But you’d never know that.
Every time it’s time for class, he digs his little heels in and refuses to go. “I HATE Tae Kwon Do!” I have to beg and plead and remind him that he LOVES it. When that doesn’t work, I whip out the guilt. (My mom was a travel agent for guilt trips. I learned from the best.)
“You have to go, you committed to it.”
He just stares at me with a who gives a crap face.
“The class costs a fortune! Do you know how many hours mommy has to work to pay for it?”
More I don’t give a crap face. Apparently the kid doesn’t comprehend the value of a hard earned dollar.
When I’ve exhausted all other options, I reluctantly resort to force. I sit on him and wrestle on his uniform (for his own good, because he LOVES Tae Kwon Do). I then carry his twisting, kicking body to the car and buckle him in, digging deep to access that super strength moms somehow unearth when their kids are pinned under a car (or refusing to get into one) and hold him down till I can get him buckled.
The minute we walk into class, my son always starts beaming like the sun. Because he LOVES Tae Kwon Do. I want to scream, “I told you so!” in front of his teacher, but I don’t. I just whisper it in his ear. Because I’m mature like that.
Last week my son did particularly well in class. He was given two stars for his exceptionally good behavior (my kid???) and was invited to test for the next belt level. He was ecstatic.
“I LOVE TAE KWON DO!!!!!!” he screeched as we left class. Grrrrrrrr
“Let’s call Daddy and tell him about my stars!”
So we called Daddy and left a message.
“Let’s call Nonna and tell her!”
So we called Nonna and left a message.
“Let’s call Poppy and tell him!”
So we called Poppy and left a message.
“Let’s call Uncle JJ –“
“Can we just send a group text the rest of the people?”
“No,” my son said. “I want to say it to them.”
So we continued calling, and calling, and calling … I started fantasizing about something that would let him call everyone at once so I didn’t have to spend my whole afternoon dialing numbers and telling him to TALK INTO THE PHONE. No, THAT end. No, the OTHER that end.
Then in some crazy, karmic, awesome “the universe is listening” twist of fate, Kathryn Bryant, a mom of three life suckers who reads my blog, emailed me and told me about a new free app her brother created. It’s called Callbot, and it lets you leave a voice message for up to 200 people at once. Like vocal texting. I was skeptical, but they gave me a preview of the app, and let me tell you, it’s awesome. So easy to use and really fun for the kids. You select who you want to send a message to, record the message and it blasts it out to the whole crew. So much more personal than a text and great for kids who can’t read or write yet. My kids love it! They love it so much they started fighting over it. Which is always a good endorsement.
So next time my son wants to call 40 relatives to brag about his Tae Kwon Do, I’m using Callbot. Now I just need to figure out what I’ll do with the 3 hours of time it’ll save me … Oh, I know. Laundry. There’s always laundry.
Note: I was compensated for this post. But the opinions are mine, alllllll mine. If I didn’t think it was awesome, I wouldn’t write about it!