Meanwhile, back in Taekwondo Land… The black belt test for my three girls and me was December 21. I couldn’t tell you about it yet because there was a backup at the embroiderers. Then scheduling conflicts with Sensei. Yadda-yadda. But this happened last night:
Last night Sensei said, “Your final test is, what does the Korean lettering on your belt mean?” Youngest Daughter: “It means, ‘Oh yeah!'” Surprisingly, that was incorrect. The real answer is ‘Victory.’ (I got it right.)
Here’s what I wrote, fortunately back in December, or I’d probably have forgotten much of this:
The black belt test incorporated everything we’ve ever learned. Strangely, I wasn’t as stressed about it as I was the earliest tests. Maybe this was third on the stress list thanks to having practiced a lot.
I also prepped by texting my beloved former blogging buddy, Chatter Master, aka, My Second Sensei From Afar.
And a few days later…
Here’s what happened.
The hardest part was solo forms. Normally, two people do forms at once, so I could always tell myself I wasn’t being watched at the particular moments I made mistakes. But at this test, we do the top three forms on our own. Sensei did a great job preparing us by making us do solo drills in regular class. The first time he sprang this on me, everyone else standing to the side watching, my cheeks flamed. Not happy. (Yes, I know you’re reading this, S.)
But it did get easier.
My kids were totally fine with this. I think they may have been adopted. My perfectionist child got frazzled when she screwed up, so Sensei assured everyone that mistakes were expected. “The world won’t end if you make a mistake. If the world does end, it’s probably unrelated.” I found that hilarious and wondered why no one else laughed.
Knowing each of our personalities, strengths, and weaknesses, Sensei carefully curated the order in which we did the solo drills. I was third and relatively calm. I knew I knew everything. But sure enough, on the second form, right near the end, something was off. I couldn’t place it, and I couldn’t stop to think about it. I kept moving and finished it out. [Note to future self: I skipped a ridge hand.]
But, of course, once the form was through, I tried to puzzle out what had been off. Meanwhile, I was being instructed to get into position for the next form.
There was a moment of silence. I looked up a the judges: Sensei, Mrs. Sensei, and Coral stared at me.
Crud. What?
Sensei repeated the command, and I got into position. “Focus,” he said.
Gulp.
“Every time,” I said with a nervous laugh. Not every time, but I think that’s the fourth time I’ve been lost in thought and missed a command during testing. (The worst was orange belt test. I still crack up when I think about that.)
I mentally soothed myself. Next is brown belt form. You know this one. This will be easy.
It was.
The six remaining forms were done jointly. I messed up two, caught myself, said “Nope” OUT LOUD like a dope, fixed my flubs, and continued. Super annoying when you know you know the stuff but still make mistakes.
The challenge with the thirty-three defensive moves was remembering which color belt they corresponded with. I had made note cards and hung color-coordinated sheets on the walls around the dining room table so I could study up during dinner while my children blathered on about whatever kids talk about these days. š
Sensei kindly paired us for defenses with the person we usually partnered with. That made things easier, as we know each other’s rhythms. Middle Daughter and I got through these fairly quickly and efficiently. But just in case Sensei decided to be a jerk throw us for a loop, (Still know you’re reading this, S.) we all practiced with each other, even making a chart with check boxes to be sure we didn’t miss anyone.
I didn’t dare tell Sensei about this, or he would’ve taken advantage, probably pairing me with my oldest, the lefty. She’s sort of a pain to practice with, as her punches come out of left field. I need a shirt to wear on the street that reads, “Only attack me if you’re right handed!”
Then it was time to don our sparring gear. While doing so, one daughter said, “Coral’s getting sparring gear on.” I glanced over.
“Oh, crap,” I said aloud in horror. Sure enough, the Absolutely Fierce Coral strapped on killer red gloves.
When the four of us survived, I thought, “Okay, just board breaks left.”
Nope. Then SENSEI HIMSELF, bare-knuckled, no gear, took to the floor for another round of sparring.
Oh, come on!
Then I got kind of excited, actually. I often dream of beating this man up.
When my turn was done, we were both still standing, so I’ll call it a draw. Then Mrs. Sensei said, “Return to your spot,” so I began walking back to the line–the same mistake I’ve made in maybe the last four tests?! But this time it wasn’t entirely my fault. Mrs. Sensei quickly corrected, “Back to your starting position, I mean.” So I went to the proper place.
Sort of happy that happened just for the throwback (one last time!) and the continuity of my usual testing goof-up.
My girls did fine sparring, though my momma heart faltered when all three got kicked in the face by some combo of Coral or Sensei. It was gentle; no damage done. Still!
Not until I washed my feet after class did I find the bump and red circle of scraped-off skin on my shin. I didn’t even notice it happen. [Note from February 2024 Betsy: Bruises! They’re not just for Jiu-Jitsu anymore!]
On to board breaks!
This hand board break stung a little. I could tell it hurt my girls too, but they said nothing. I appreciate that they’re tough.
You’ll note I’m still wearing that darn knee brace. Primarily it’s a precaution; although, the night before testing, I tweaked it. I made the mistake of rolling over in bed with my other ankle hooked over my leg, so the top of my leg rolled, but the bottom was sort of caught. My knee yelled at me for that. Dumb knee. Or dumb me. Whichever.
The knee was fine, but my left ankle and foot were not. That free Jiu-Jitsu seminar reignited the year-old(!) injury, which was made worse in a Taekwondo class when I round kicked bags. It was on fire after testing. The type of fire where you sleep cozy and warm under your blankets, but your foot sticks out because the cool air is soothing. (Then five minutes later it’s too cold, so you pull it back in.) After a couple days it settled back to its usual manageable low simmer.
And, done!
After months of setbacks due to my injuries, my girls’ progress being purposely slowed thanks to me whining on my blog about wanting us all to finish together, (I know you’ve been reading this, S.) we did it! So much relief when it was over.
Thank you for being with me on this crazy journey, Beloved Blog Buddies!
Current-Day Betsy again: We may continue on for second degree black, but for now that’s kind of on hold since, as you know, Sensei and I are in the full Jiu-Jitsu swing of things. One last thing to show you:
Well done! Nice to see all your hard work pay off. Love your color-coded cheat sheet.
And breaking boards is exciting, but can you break six blocks of ice and then save a little girl from a typhoon?!
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Hahaha. Sorry, Mark. That crazy stuff is for karate.
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Holy crap, I actually got the first comment. I’ll miss you stopping by my blog six days from now asking where I’ve been!
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Hahaha again. I’m sure there’ll be future opportunities for that, Mark. š
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Nope. Not gonna happen. I like the rush of being the first (and so far, only) person to comment on your blog! It’s like having my own personal entertainment.
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I do live to entertain you, Mark. Maybe I should change my settings to only send new posts to you. I mean, does anyone else even matter?!
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We both know the answer to that! (While you’re at it, send oranges.)
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LOL–Like, for real. š
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Congratulations! How long did the test take?
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Gosh, I don’t know. However long it took to get through all the forms, defenses, sparring, and board breaks! So… a while.
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Great job, Betsy! Congratulations to you and your girls!
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Thanks, T.W! š
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Congratulations to all of you.
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Thank you, John!
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Wow, congratulations! I love that your girls did it with you. So, when are you opening your own studio?
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Ha! I think I’ll just stick with teaching kids at school for now. š Thanks, Janis!
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Well congratulations!!! You should do the second degree belt – we need more blog posts from you.
I noticed that your belt rack is made of wood … I hope you’re not tempted to break that with a kick or hand chop … that might add unwanted bruises …
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Haha. The belt rack is safe. For now. š Thank you, Andrew! š
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!! It better be safe!
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Haha. It is! It is!
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Oh what a night! And last night’s Belt Ceremony was bittersweet…will this be our last belt ceremony?
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I really don’t know, L. I was also wondering, “Is this the last time I’ll see her?!” But I’m going to say, No, on that one. It can’t be. (There’s still that whole snake challenge I have yet to tackle for one thing. Shudder!)
But at this moment, I feel like I can only handle one thing at a time. I’m going to hit JJ as hard as I can while I can, and see what happens there. If the girls start demanding we return, and if you and S are up for it, well, then we’ll just have to make it happen, I guess! š
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You are all amazing!!!! Thinking back at all youāve gone through rob this journey, wow!!!!
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It’s kind of crazy, right, Beth? Hard to believe it could be over.
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you worked really hard for it
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Yes. Thank you. š
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Good for you and the Girls! Very different experience in BB testing. In Our Karate Dojo, our testing was 10hrs long, with about 2hrs of exercise, 2hrs of forms, 1.5hrs of point sparring, a 3 mile run, 2hrs of submission fighting (bare knuckle which included ground fighting) and we finished the night with Kick Boxing. Black Belts had to fight 5 consecutive kick box fights with boxing gloves, full contact fighting. Oof, I was so wasted tired afterwards. It was a brutal night! I’ve always found it so interesting to see how the different martial arts, and even different Dojo’s handle belt advancement.
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That sounds grueling!! Good on you for surviving!
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Yay!!! You did it!!! How gracious of your girls to hold back to finish together. Love the photo of the four of you š How cool!
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Thanks, Rosaliene! It was quite the journey. š
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Congrats on your oh yeah Victory! That test seems so rigorous and intense but I bet it made the long-awaited victory all the more sweeter!
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Indeed, Ab! Thanks! š
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Wow, look at that board! What an accomplishment. I love that they put your names on the black belt. What a thrill to finish with all your daughters. A moment theyāll always remember ā¤ļø
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I hope so, Bijoux. And thanks. š ā¤
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Woohoo! Congrats, Betsy! š„°ā¤ļøš„°
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Thank you, Victoria! š ā¤
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That is so awesome, Betsy! So great that you and girls all finished together. And you kept your humor. Love comment about often dream of beating Sensei up! Good thing he’s a friend! And belt is beautiful. Well done! Proud to be your mama.
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Thanks, Mom! Love you! š ā¤
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Congratulations! š
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Thank you, Clare! š
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Many congratulations
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Thank you, Sheree! š
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Pleasure
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Congrats to you and your kids. What you did was anything but easy.
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Thank you very much, good sir! š
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I hope you frame the first photo for a prominent place in your house. What a keeper and a unique family memory. As for the test, I think your sense (er, “sensei?”) of humor comes in handy here! “Seriously!” (heh) – helps to calm you and keep your eye on the bigger picture when you have the pressure of the spotlight on you. Congrats! The board looks amazing. Must be an amazing feeling to finally “taste the rainbow”.
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Why do I suddenly feel like eating Skittles? š¤
And yeah. I just have to laugh or I might go crazy or breakdown. As far as defense mechanisms go, I suppose thatās a good one. š
Framing that pictureās not a bad idea, Dave. I may look into that. Thanks. š
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Congrats on this accomplishment. The rainbow of belts is cool. You are a braver [wo]man than I, Gunga Din, I cannot imagine doing any of this.
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Thanks, AB. š
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Oh, I kinda feel like we’ve graduated with you, Betsy! So, so cool! And I’m glad that I not the only one who gets hooked by the habitual mistakes! Wow, wow, wow, wow (that’s one for each of you). Incredible humor, endurance and comradery on this cool journey! So proud!! ā¤ ā¤ ā¤
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Awh, Wynne, your first sentence means the world to me. I’ve kept you all along with me for the ride, so it’s nice to know you (at least) were feeling the journey with me. ā¤ ā¤ ā¤
Oh, those habitual mistakes. When will we learn? That's the nice thing about getting older–learning to laugh at ourselves rather than be too frustrated. I think the older we get the more we realize life is too short to get hung up on things that don't really matter in the long run. One blessing of age, anyway! š
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Huge congratulations, Betsy. I’m seeing a really good game face in those pictures. That black belt would look nice with a little black dress, too, remind people of what’s inside.
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For some reason, I first read that as little pink dress, which cracked me up. Yes, I can accessorize a black dress with this belt. Heh heh. Thanks, Jacqui! š
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I got a Winkler Dagger for my birthday (I am so excited). Your black belt accessory may be better than my dagger as a clue to anyone interested of what’s inside us girls.
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I think it would be harder for me to walk around casually with this belt on, however, than it would be for you to carry a dagger. š
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Framing the pic is an awesome idea. I am really proud of you and the girls.
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Yep. I’ll look into it.
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Congrats!
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Thank you, Barb!
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Well, first I gotta say: CONGRATULATIONS! But the I gotta ask: Wait, you do jiu jitsu AND taekwondo?? And then I gotta marvel: “…just board breaks…” Amazing.
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Yep to all that, TTA. Just getting a head start on my midlife crisis. Next I’ll buy a snazzy sports car. š
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Way to go, momma and the offspring. I loved the title already. And the picture of all four of you, black-belted but still looking incredibly… docile. You could have fooled me.
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Haha. Thanks, Manja! And fun to see you here again! š
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I hope you keep that rack of belts near the door. No one on your block will give you any problems.
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Haha. Sound advice, tref. š
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