What it means to be a Black Belt.

 I tested for my Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do in December 2009. I wrote this essay for Master Lessard, who was one of my instructors. Patrick, Meaghan and I started off as his students, and when he moved to Chung Won Tae Kwon Do, we followed him there. When Patrick and Meaghan tested for their first Dan Black Belt, they had to complete 200 double kicks on the heavy bag, without stopping, and write a 1000 word essay. Even though it was not a requirement for me, I also completed those tasks. I recently found this essay and realized the lessons still apply, maybe even more than ever.

Four years ago, on September 22, 2005, I tested for my orange belt. This was the start of the journey that has brought me to today, a week away from testing for my black belt. Along the way, I have learned a lot about who I am and what is important to me. Continue reading “What it means to be a Black Belt.”

Travelling With The Grownup Kids: Cape Breton

We are grateful for the complimentary passes and tours from Parks Canada at The Mabel and Alexander Graham Bell Museum and The Fortress of Louisbourg. Also, thanks to The Highland Village for the complimentary passes we received. I appreciate the partnerships of these organizations that enhanced our “Travelling with the kids as grown-ups” trip to Cape Breton Island. All opinions are our own.

 

Our first edition of “travelling with the grownup kids” is about some of the places we visited with our oldest son, Sean and his partner, Meaghan, on our trip to Cape Breton Island. Watch for upcoming location-specific blogs that will describe our visit in more detail. Continue reading “Travelling With The Grownup Kids: Cape Breton”

Mother’s Day and Memories

Today I was going through some things that belonged to my mom. It was mostly pictures, but in the midst of it all I found a card and letter that I had given to her on Mother’s Day, 1988. I was pregnant with my first child. It is a coincidence that I found this letter on the day that he was due to be born?

When I read through the letter, I was crying, of course, but I also reconnected with who I was back then, and how much I loved (love) my mom. I share it here with you to honour and remember her. The picture at the top of the blog is from her last visit to Moncton in 2009. It was the year of her 70th birthday, and the year she passed away. Continue reading “Mother’s Day and Memories”