Vicarious Living

Today, I watched over my eldest son, as he went through his latest Taekwondo promotion test. He's now just one more step away from getting his black belt. If and when that happens I think I will throw a block party to celebrate, or bring him to Enchanted Kingdom and close down the entire park and have it open just for us, or will buy him all the NERF guns in Southmall, or... Well... You get the drift.

Whenever I watch him, especially when he spars, my heart's always in my throat. I don't want anything to happen to him but at the same time i want him to rip off his opponents head with a vicious jumping turning long. I so badly want him to excel and enjoy himself at the same time (it seems he does), all while dealing out several extremely large cans of whup-ass on his spar-mates.

Is it weird that I want to jump into the ring when he's fighting and run interference for him (maybe by holding the other kid down...). Is it disturbing that I had an idea of attaching remote leads into his brain so I can control him like a robot when he spars? Is it deranged that I want to use my son like a Rock-em Sock-em toy to beat his opponent senseless? Is it downright crazy that I want him to speak in an Ivan Drago voice, saying to his opponent: "I must break you..."? Is it just me or am I just like every other sports-dad on the planet who lives vicariously through the sports-lives of their children? Just wondering...