Boxing

Lev really wanted to be a boxer. We often went outside to spar. We wore gloves, but no other protection. I always assumed one of us would get hurt, but we never did. I think we were just careful not to hit too hard. We both really enjoyed the sport, it was a lot of exercise and very fun. It was one of my favorite bonding activities with him.

In the spring of 2010 he decided that he wanted to get more serious and join a boxing gym. Naturally we were hesitant about it, but we agreed to do it, and he started looking into it. Right before summer break we happened to be in Big 5, and it occurred to me that we should buy better gear. We chose new gloves, helmets, and some focus pads. He did not ask or beg for these things; it was my pleasure to buy them for him. He loved the focus pads, whacking away at them with glee. I also liked them, since the target was no longer my head. Rebecca even held the pads for him one time when I was gone, which warmed my heart when I heard it, because she hates boxing, but loved her son enough to do this anyway. He decided that with all of the new gear, maybe he did not need to join a gym right away, he could just spar with us until he got better. Obviously we were pleased to hear this.