The other day a ‘friend’ posted on Facebook asking how we can better protect our children from predators. There was a dude spotted creeping around her daughter’s elementary school, and given the #metoo climate, my guess is that parents' awareness has heightened rapidly in relation to their children’s safety.
I always wanted to take karate classes, but being the younger sister I did what my older sister did – which to my great pain and suffering resulted in a decade of regimented ballet lessons instead. It wasn’t until I babysat 3 siblings in Prospect Park – where all children partook in different afterschool activities that I understood the sanity of my mother’s wise choice. Every Thursday (rain, shine or fucking snow) I gathered these 3 children from school and we would depart on an Amazing-Race style quest to drop them off and pick them up at their variety of extracurricular classes on time.
So anyway, I didn’t do karate. I was given two moves by my mum in the rare case that I was ever attacked:
Hold your fingers in a ‘V’ and poke him in the eyes
Kick him in the nuts
My laugh of a fighting background would surely be to my demise if tested, but it did give me something incredibly important - it gave me confidence.
Despite my minute frame, in my own mind I was She-Ra. A child’s thoughts help affirm to the universe the running dialogue in her mind. I am strong, I am brave, no one can hurt me. Energetically I became less likely prey.
Black belt is hopefully not necessary, but at a bear minimum giving children a few classes in self-defense or martial arts is a powerful gift that they might never use physically but psychologically and spiritually adds another layer of confidence and inner power.
Tessa Gorgon's Pure Energy Martial Arts