Alder has asked me to enroll him in a martial arts program for years. Until this April, we lived in a log home on 5 acres 30 miles west of Missoula (the closest major town). Clearly our distance created logistical problems. His older brother plays competitive soccer at least 3 days a week. I used to coach and Jay and I played soccer at least 2 nights a week. Add to that multiple car rides to and from weekly doctor appointments for Alder, and you've got a life that includes at least 8 hours of weekly, high speed windshield time. I was as eager to add one more reason to drive as I am excited to take a cold shower. But driving 120 miles a day and managing 3 boys in the car aren't the only reasons I waited until last fall to enroll Alder in Taekwondo. The truth is, I hate seeing him struggle. Nothing in Alder's life has come easy to him. He could barely talk until he was 4. It took an intense amount of work for him to stop repeating ...