“The song that we’re going to learn the hula for is called ‘Little Brown Gal,’ and who do you think that is?” Twenty-year-old Lilia asked with a smile of delight at her three-and-a-half-year-old-sister.
“Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!” screeched Ginger with gaiety.
“That is right, my little muffin,” said Lilia with a smile in her mom’s direction.
“Do you mind if I stay and watch?” Francine asked and raised her eyebrows expectantly. She didn’t want to miss any of the fun of seeing her two girls learning to do the hula together.
“No, Mom, I certainly don’t mind.” Lilia replied to her mom graciously, and smiled. “First let’s assume a hula posture. Push your shoulders back, and push your hips slightly backward too.” Lilia demonstrated to Ginger, and she followed Lilia’s example.
Francine laughed at the baby butt sticking out in the back, and covered her mouth with her hand so as not to interrupt the lesson.
“Oh this is too rich for words,” Francine said under her breath with unmitigated humor.
“Next, stick your feet out to the sides at about a forty-five degree angle,” Lilia assumed the stance, and Ginger followed suit. “Now, bend your knees until you can’t bend them any further. That’s good. Bend your arms, and bring your hands to your chest with palms down.”
Ginger bent her knees and her arms, and now she looked like one of the native male dancers. Francine roared with suppressed laughter, and tears ran from her eyes.
She exclaimed, “Oh my!” The sight of the little girl assuming the hula stance looked hilarious to her.
“Sway your hips from side to side like this,” said Lilia as she showed her what she meant. Ginger swayed her childish hips slowly and evenly to each side.
“Am I doing it right?” Ginger asked with interest.
“You’re doing great, little sweet pea,” said Lilia as she smiled warmly at the miniature Ginger. “The next thing we’re going to learn is the Kaholo. Keep your hula posture, and sway your hips as you take two steps sideways to the right. Stick your toes out first, and lead with them. Watch me, sweetie, and then we’ll do it together.”
Ginger observed her intently, and bobbed her head up and down to indicate that she understood, and couldn’t wait to get started.
“Okay, let’s do it together,” said Lilia sweetly.
“Okay, sister,” gurgled Ginger with pleasure. She did exactly as Lilia, which was no surprise, because God had made her as smart as Lilia.
“Now, do the same thing to the left,” instructed Lilia as they did it slowly together. Lilia cried, “That was fantastic Ginger!” She hugged the miniature hula dancer with fervor. “Let’s learn the Ami next.”
Ginger wiggled her head from side to side with excitement, and laughed with merriment, “Hurry up, sister!”
“Take the hula stance,” said Lilia as she giggled under her breath at Ginger. Lilia watched to be certain that Ginger did it properly because it was rather an awkward position even for a grownup. “Rotate your hips to the front to the left side, to the back, and to the right side. You’re making a circle with your hips.” Lilia rotated her hips sensually and gracefully in a circle, and Ginger copied her with slightly less motion. “Exaggerate the movement, and try to make the hips move more.” Ginger performed the Ami four times, and now understood it completely.
“Mom, I’m having so much fun!” Ginger squealed unexpectedly.
“I see that you are, darling,” said Francine. Her heart filled to overflowing with love for her two daughters. She loved to see them interact with each other because they loved each other so much.
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