It has been a while since I wrote about my daughters Karate training and I thought it only prudent to warn everyone that we now have a bonafide blackbelt in the family (I prefer the phrase “ninja assasin” but she assures me that Ninjitsu is not the same thing as Karate and I really should try to keep up).
The grading was in November and was a dramatic affair, especially for her as half way through her Kata (a series of set moves) she dislocated her kneecap and fell to the floor crying in pain. Wifey, already in action as first aider calmly walked over and after assesing that girley could stand, promptly put the knee back in place.
Able to walk again she went on to do all her kata again, fight in kumate and perform some spectacular self defense moves.
Blackbelt insued. Everyone cheered. Loudly.
Little bud, who was also grading, achived his second kue belt (brown with one stripe) in an amazing feat of “pulling it out of the hat on the day”. We were flabagasted and very happy.
Somehow I managed to be recruted into being club photographer and took over 380 pictures. I setup a private online gallery for club members on a sister site to ideasplace – MyPictureDesk.com and the URL was distributed in the club. They must of been pleased with it, they don’t do things like that lightly.
To say I am proud of both my kids achievments would be a serious understatement.By the age of 14 the most I had done with my life was get locked in for spending too much time in the computer room after school and hold the local record for non stop CB conversations (sleep was for wimps).
On the Monday after the grading I bored everyone I could corner at work with the story. Everyone was polite but I don’t think that interested – I can’t blame them but I just couldn’t contain it, I was still exited and so proud. That’s just part of what being a Dad I guess.