Well, well, well.
It seems like I had two little Ninja princesses hiding in my house. (Best from here on I be careful when and where I shriek at them..)
It seems like I had two little Ninja princesses hiding in my house. (Best from here on I be careful when and where I shriek at them..)
Picture from left to right: Princess 2, The Sensei and Princess 1
Princess 1 won 3rd place for violently (well - as violent as a wannabe future Ms SA can) kicking & punching some other mother's child.
Princess 2 won 1st (hah - can you believe it - I thought it was the G&T's acting up...) for her 'kata'.
Kata, for those that do not know, represents to the average 5 year old, in a serious of movements that basically constst of: look over the shoulder, block with one arm, and then punch with the other. All this while trying not to wave or blow Mommy kisses.
It also means that while you are 'on the floor', you are not allowed to skip while singing Old MacDonald or Down by the River, in your lustiest, most booming voice.
Take that you snobby school mommies. Hah!!!
MY CHILD CAME FIRST!!!!
Hehe. The utter glee. I cannot describe the feeling. It gives me a high like a drug. This must be what those
You can be as thin, as well groomed and as well heeled as you like, but my child won! my child won!! Na-nan-na-na!! your child unfortunately did not cut it.
Tsk tsk. Next time.
Princess 1 got a nasty kick in the fanny for her efforts. The opponent (evil little cow) got a warning for hurting my precious little angel. I think she should have been disqualified IMMEDIATELY.
If it wasn't for that...
I am so proud of Princess 1, as she is only blue belt and had to stand her (wo)man against 2 brown belts.
One is a giant approximately two heads taller, and the other is the equivalent of a Tasmanian Devil, approximately two heads smaller.
Tasmanian Devil's mother apparently has no life.
She lives to shout cheerful things at her daughter (who is joyfully busy whipping my beauty queen's ass) like: "Kick her! Punch her! Drive forward!! Drive forward!!' next to the karate floor, whilst pouring hot tea from her flask and unwrapping her cheese sarmies. Which are all carted around in a HUGE blue cooler box. (Clearly, her BIG DAY OUT.)
Oh-kay.
How to get my hackles up.
Needless to say, the other parents found the match between Princess 1 and the Tasmanian Devil highly entertaining, as the (proud) mothers spend the 1.5 minutes (ok-make that 1.4 as it took 10 seconds for me to cotton onto the game) of the match spurring their relative offspring on QUITE vocally.
So. Princess 1 managed to get bronze without breaking one of her nails.
But Princess 2 - whoo boy.
What a killer.
I have never pushed my kids to excel like the Tasmanian Devil's mother like some mothers do.
I firmly believe that, living in South Africa, self defense for girls is not a luxury, but an absolute neccessity. Our rape statistics confirm that.
It is like brushing your teeth or having a bath. It is simply something that my girls have to do on a weekly basis.
But that being said, MAN! - it makes me VERY proud to see all that metal!
1 comment:
congrats to your girl and to you Lorraine! that's wonderful..but it's also terrible that you say they NEED to have this..I can't imagine what it's like to live where you do. It must be scarey having young girls and having to worry about them. btw they are BEAUTIFUL children,Your right to be proud!
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