Holding the pad for Eowyn
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pegkerrThe girls' black belt class is right before my brown belt class on Thursdays, and so they hang in the back of the class room and read or do homework while I'm doing karate.
Last night, however, sensei asked Fiona to come hold the pad for me, since we had an odd number of students. We were working on pad kicks, specifically offensive side kick and then the turning side kick. Since she was partnered up with me, Fiona just took a turn herself when we switched from side A to side B.
Sidekicks are really Fiona's specialty. She has an enormous amount of power. I loved holding the pad for her and watching her face as she kicks. One fist up guarding her face, the other over her solar plexus, step step as her face scrunches up fiercely, then the yell "Aya!" WHAM. The force of her kick rocks me back, and I absorb the power by releasing my breath out in a whoosh. On the turning side kick, her hair whips around, and there is the woman warrior's face, beautiful, strong, powerful, determined, focusing on the center of the pad with all of her young green strength. She wasn't just kicking the pad, she was kicking through the pad, kicking me into orbit over the moon. Don't mess with her. Don't you dare get in her way, or she will TAKE YOU OUT.
I said something to her about it after class, about feeling like I was holding the pad for a woman warrior, for Eowyn, perhaps.
Her nose wrinkled in perplexity. "But Eowyn is blond!"
Last night, however, sensei asked Fiona to come hold the pad for me, since we had an odd number of students. We were working on pad kicks, specifically offensive side kick and then the turning side kick. Since she was partnered up with me, Fiona just took a turn herself when we switched from side A to side B.
Sidekicks are really Fiona's specialty. She has an enormous amount of power. I loved holding the pad for her and watching her face as she kicks. One fist up guarding her face, the other over her solar plexus, step step as her face scrunches up fiercely, then the yell "Aya!" WHAM. The force of her kick rocks me back, and I absorb the power by releasing my breath out in a whoosh. On the turning side kick, her hair whips around, and there is the woman warrior's face, beautiful, strong, powerful, determined, focusing on the center of the pad with all of her young green strength. She wasn't just kicking the pad, she was kicking through the pad, kicking me into orbit over the moon. Don't mess with her. Don't you dare get in her way, or she will TAKE YOU OUT.
I said something to her about it after class, about feeling like I was holding the pad for a woman warrior, for Eowyn, perhaps.
Her nose wrinkled in perplexity. "But Eowyn is blond!"
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Holding the pad
Date: 2008-12-05 08:32 pm (UTC)N.
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Date: 2008-12-05 08:59 pm (UTC)What an awesome post. What an awesome daughter.
And to Fiona's literal interpretation of your comparison: Hee.
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Date: 2008-12-05 09:02 pm (UTC)