Warriors Academy of Martial Arts Mt Horeb, WI

The Family That Kicks Together, Sticks Together!

Hear her Roar!

Hear Her Roar

May 27, 2008 by Maggie 

 

It’s ironic, really, because she was such an early talker. She was a developmental breeze, chatty before she even had words, relaxing into school curriculum once she did. She was reading by four, and, at home, she rarely shut up. In public, however, it was a completely different story. She was a completely different person.

Gracie used to whisper. More than that, she didn’t use words at all, regardless of decibel — she would only make noises, strange pained yeeps or grunts. She would avoid eye contact at all costs. She would not stand in front of the class, or the church, or the people contemplating produce at the market. She squirmed under the slightest gaze. She missed out on every pageant. She stood stilted and mortified through every school choir concert.

Years passed. I’d heard tales of my own paralytic shyness, though apparently I’d outgrown it by four or five. Gracie’s eighth birthday came and went and… more of the same. I tried to keep a protective shield of empathy around her at all times, played shell to her fragile soft spots as needed. I continued to defend her to family, friends, and teachers when necessary. Tamped down my own frustration, tried hard to remember how it felt for me back then, tried to help the rest of them understand her now. And through it all, I held out hope.

And then? Of all things, tae kwon do. It’s true; I didn’t take it quite seriously enough at first, though I maintain that was not my fault. It wasn’t long before my tongue in cheeking morphed to slack-jawed gratitude; the change in her was so intense, so thorough and swift, my head is still spinning.

Now, she walks straighter. Now, she looks you level in the eye, holds your gaze. She rarely resorts to the baby-talk crutch, answers with a resounding “YES!” instead of a whimper. She stands in front of crowds’ large and small, marches methodically through the memorized sequences of the ancient art form that delivered her soundly, squarely, home. To herself. She cuts each move with confidence and, when appropriate, bellows my favorite sound of all: “KeeeYAH!

How many nights did I spend praying she’d find her voice? Still, I had no idea how sweet it would sound once she finally did.





Deeper than a Thank You

Dear Warriors Family,

 I write today to say “Thank you” to each of you.  But, more than just a thank you I want each of you to understand how much you do for others.  I have watched my granddaughter join your program when she was young, unruly, mouthy and heading out of control.  Over these years she has grown to learn respect, dignity, self- confidence and kindness to others.  This would not have happened without your family guidance, training, expectations and building of wonderful young lady. 

I recently watched the June 20 testing and again saw an entire family coming together busting their tails until early hours of the AM  to make sure that everything was ready for the 5 candidates.  All members spent their day making sure that the candidates were ready, guests were told what each step was and a congratulatory meal was served.  What more could each of you have done?  Nothing.  But then you each stepped up again making sure to send positive reinforcement, provided tips and kept confidence high, reminding candidates to shrug it off and move on, never raised a voice, taught candidates to wipe tears and move forward and at the end of the day there were 5 beaming candidates who had worked very hard for many years to gain the respect of holding a belt that many never make.

I again salute you as a family, thank you each for the guidance you provide to others and am so proud to tell people that my granddaughter is a member of Warriors Academy of Martial Arts.

-Peggy L.