I came home from work last night to see my husband and my daughter sprawled on the living room floor doing math together. My day had been exhausting and I was no less so after seeing them. The lovely part of it was knowing how safe my daughter was as I excused myself and went into the bedroom to take a short nap.
Having missed out on a lot of that sort of intimacy in my own childhood, it got me to thinking that the boxing gym can offer that same sort of comfort. My meaning is not necessarily tied into the idea of “Father” / “Daughter,” but “Trainer” and “Trainee.”
As a “student” of boxing one is seeking out guidance and learning from others. That learning encompasses all the usual pathways of acquiring knowledge; however, it occurs as a close physical experience and it is that closeness that can garner trust and comfort. To sit in a boxing gym is to observe a myriad of small moments of loving intimacy. A sort of safe space for working through the actual problems of how to box; but more so the intangibles of relationship that dog many of us as we go about the everyday work of life.