This morning as I was asking my kids to do something, the littlest one screamed out, “Yes, SiFu!” and they all got busy doing. I was left with my jaw hanging open in amazement only able to blubber: “Mrs. Csillag, not Sifu”. They just laughed and said, “Yes Ima” (mother in Hebrew).
It made me think that we really have been immersing our entire family in Kung Fu to an extreme this year. Months of guilt over dragging them to practice after practice, late bedtimes, rushed suppers and missed family traditions, lifted. And I am left with 4 busy kids laughing over me asking them to call me Mrs. Csillag. They are okay. They still love me. And we are still family. Everything is going to be alright. This realization is my act of kindness to myself today – first one recorded in quite a few months.
Ha ha! We have heard that a time or two in our house over the years too, I've even bowed to our Pastor at church before:)
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