Voice
of the Fox
The Newsletter
of the Martial Arts Training Service
Kids'
Aikido Seminar
by Susan Lazar
Winter 1999
As our kids' aikido
program has strengthened and grown over the last few years, Maureen
Browne Sensei has worked to provide varied, interesting experiences
for the group. So when Shindo Sensei from Japan sent us pictures of
her dojo's gasshuku, an interested gleam appeared in our sensei's
eyes. Within a few weeks, we were planning our dojo's first gasshuku.
A gasshuku
(pronounced "gosh-a-coo") is any training camp that includes
overnight boarding. The purpose is to provide an intensive training
experience.
On Friday evening,
October 1, the aikido kids trooped in carrying sleeping bags, pillows,
stuffed animals and bags of clothing. The 20 participants' ages ranged
from 7 to 14 years. We welcomed back several junior high program students
who had previously "graduated" from the kids class into adult
classes
Serious
training, not a party
Class
started at 7:00 PM with a welcome speech from Sensei. For several weeks
we'd been telling the children that a gasshuku is for "serious
training, not a party," and that anyone misbehaving would be sent
home. The kids really wanted to be there. So they sat seiza in an orderly
line, wiggling less than usual, quietly waiting for class to start.
The rainbow formed by their various colored belts reminded me of their
many tests and of the hard work that each had done to achieve his or
her rank.
First class started
with a longer than usual warm-up, just like adult seminars, with breathing
exercises and the rowing exercise added to the usual stretches. Then
the kids lined up for ukemi. A few of them were rowdy and talkative.
It was interesting to hear other kids tell them to "be quiet"
and "behave."
After a rest, the
second practice hour began. With the exception of our junior high program
kids, this was the first time any of the kids had practiced more than
one hour a day. They were tired but seemed to gain endurance as class
continued
Sushi is
no substitute for pizza
Then
it was time for dinner. Domino's pizza had lost our order, so one of
the uchi deshi went out to pick up the pizza. When the kids sat down
to watch O'Sensei videos, we offered them sushi maki rolls. Some of
the kids actually liked them, going back for third and fourth helpings.
Others blurted, "Ugh, seaweed!" and made faces. But we got
most of them to at least try it. The kids also ate Japanese cracker
snacks from Yaohan, cut up apples and bananas. Finally, nine large pizzas
arrived. The kids descended, devouring all but a few slices.
After pizza, we
taped a long scroll of white paper to the mat and passed around a large
box of crayons. The kids drew or wrote messages to Shindo Sensei's dojo,
congratulating them on the 15th anniversary of their dojo. Kids drew
pictures of animals, the Fox Valley Aikikai patch, bugs, and people.
Others wrote "congratulations" and "anniversary"
concentratedly as they learned how to spell the words
"Sleepover"
is not the right word
When
the children finished the art project, we sent them into the locker
rooms to change into night clothes, brush teeth, and get ready for sleep,
we hoped, or at least ready for the night. For many of them, certainly
sleep was not in their plans!
We told the kids
to place their sleeping bags on the mat, girls on one side of the dojo,
boys on the other. The adults placed shoji in front of the dojo windows.
When the kids were done picking out their sleeping areas, there were
several distinct groups. The younger girls lined up in one area, and
the older girls circled around another area. The boys arranged themselves
similarly in age-related groups on the other side of the mat. And the
talking and giggling started
Ok, so what do two
uchi deshi, one Sensei, one former deshi, and one parent do with 20
giggling kids? We turned off the lights in a hopeful attempt to encourage
sleep. The adults retreated to the back room to talk and breathe. The
kids were staying in their individual places, so at first we let the
talking and giggling go on. It was "only" 11:00 PM. The kids
had really behaved well so far and had been looking forward to the sleep-over
part.
At midnight, the
adults began their own "intensive training" as each tried,
individually, to get the kids to hush and sleep. My own attempt, at
12:30 a.m., was to announce to the entire groups of kids, "Ok,
everyone has to be quiet and go to sleep, or the last kid talking has
to clean the toilet in the morning!". Instant silence! I never
did see who talked last. The silence lasted for five whole minutes.
Other adults attempted
reasoning with the kids. "You'll be tired when we wake you up in
the morning for two hours of practice and dojo cleaning!" The awake
kids giggled. Some wanted to know who was going to clean the toilet
and what we were going to practice in morning class. The adults retreated
again to work out new strategy.
I finally decided
to just give a good example. I tossed my bedroll onto the mat, lay down,
pulled the blankets up, and closed my eyes, determined to ignore the
talkers and demonstrate sleep time. With the age group of our kids,
many of them are actually young enough to mimic an adult role model.
I don't remember much after that; I actually fell asleep. So much for
night deshi duty! I understand from the other adults that the kids ignored
my "role modeling" for about an hour until they finally slowed
down and fell asleep. A few kids were awake at various times during
the night, but there was always at least one adult awake all night
But everything
looks better in the mornin
Waking
up in the dojo made me smile, seeing several tousled, small blond- and
brown-haired girls all facing towards me, starting to wake up. The smaller
girls had fallen asleep with their feet facing me. Sometime during the
night, they had turned around to face toward me. It was sweet, opening
my eyes and seeing their bright little faces first thing in the morning.
The kids breakfasted
on bagels, peanut butter, cream cheese, and orange juice. We told them
to put their sleeping bags away and pack their bags. They did this,
quickly but definitely not noiselessly!
Then the dojo clean-up
began. The seven and eight year olds helped me with mat sweeping, maybe
not a great idea as the brooms were about two feet taller than the kids.
But it was that or window cleaning, and somehow the thought of small
children leaning against windows trying to clean them didn't fit our
idea of a safe environment.
I told the kids
to sweep "across the mat to its end." In our dojo that means
sweeping sideways away from the tokonoma toward the other end of the
dojo. One seven year old starting sweeping in circles. Another walked
to the end of the mat and started sweeping there, forward instead of
sideways. But finally everyone figured it out, sweeping occasionally
in sequence but at least in the same direction. They swept up the food
crumbs and had flashes of understanding the concept of working together.
Taller, older kids
cleaned the windows, vacuumed the carpets, and dusted the bookcases.
Everyone helped collect and throw trash and recycling into large bags
Only two
hours to go!
Two
one-hour aikido classes followed. In the first class, Sensei introduced
ki exercises. Pairs of kids balanced balloons between themselves. The
next exercise had them hook their arms around each other while sitting
back to back, then balancing themselves to stand up. Finally they did
the "sticky hands" exercise. They practiced breakfalls. Then
three groups, organized according to skill level, practiced techniques
and movements according to their abilities.
Most parents arrived
to watch the last half hour of the gasshuku. At 10:30 AM the
children lined up one last time. Sensei congratulated them on having
finished their first gasshaku and requested suggestions for
the next one. When she asked if they had enjoyed themselves, the kids
let out a loud "Yes!" with the younger kids rocking back and
forth smiling, the older kids sitting up straighter and smiling, and
the adults . . . well, we yawned but admitted to having enjoyed it too.
Our aikido kids almost always make us smile and make us proud. This
weekend was no exception.
Then the child-and-belongings
retrieval by parents began. Amazingly, the children had packed their
bags as instructed and were more or less ready. Soon, the kids were
gone and the dojo was quiet. And like any multi-part construction kit,
we have only a few parts left over (clothing, not kids).
The adults finished
picking up the trash. We sat around to discuss how things went, what
to do better/the same/or different "next time," and how quickly
it would take to get home to get some sleep. When we left, the adult
basics class was just beginning.