My eldest daughter, despite all the difficulties presented in her training, has graduated from her youth karate into the full adult classes. She’s 8.
Watching the manifestation of her talent and hard work as she goes through the fluid movements of her forms has me absolutely beaming. She’s put a ton of effort into it, and I’m absolutely at my proudest when she’s worn out but practices anyway.
Watching her two- and three-year-old siblings standing next to her, emulating her movements and cheering with her brings me immeasurable joy.
It’s a good little clan I’ve got.