Here I am, watching my first born get excited about cheer tryouts at the middle school. She’s at the edge of preparing to leave elementary school, the innocence I have enjoyed for 7 years.
I can’t believe we are about to leave in the distance the childhood of what I had grown accustomed to and what I would now have to hold on to; – a soon-to-be-hopefully-not-too-bumpy-of-a-ride middle school adjustment.
So here we are, in her room, tying her cheer shoes on, placing that insanely huge bow on top of her head that I know I’m going to have to get used to and I couldn’t help but get excited for her. This experience was the one thing in her life that my precious has ever wanted for herself. The one thing that she has worked hard for.
Day One. Clinic. Parents were not allowed AT ALL in the clinic or the tryout and I couldn’t help but praise God and the cheer coach for having that rule. 6:30 comes and my Disney Mini gets in the car. We had nerves. We had tears. We had meltdowns. I had frustration. But, we went home, reviewed what she had learned, calmed down and we were ready for day two.
Day Two. Clinic. 6:30 comes and my Disney Mini again gets in the car. Again, we had nerves. We had tears, again. We had meltdowns, AGAIN. I had MORE frustration. I had STRONGER moments of wanting to shake her because I could not understand why she didn’t have faith in her talent. I could not understand why she didn’t believe she could do it. All she could see was failure. It absolutely broke my heart and only made me feel like I failed as a parent. What was I doing wrong?!
Day Three. A Day of Rest and Self Practice. I had a dear friend come and help her with her cheers, jumps and dance. It helped her ease her nerves and my friend gave her constructive criticism that only she could give. After working with her for three hours she left and again, the nerves and self doubt set in. I felt defeated. I didn’t know what to do other than pray. Pray for her nerves to calm. Pray for her confidence. Just pray.
Day Four. The tryout. Prayer is a powerful thing! She was confident. She was excited. Her nerves had settled. She was ready. I kissed her, gave her a pumped up “Good Luck” and we listened to her fire-me-up song “This Is Me” from The Greatest Showman. She went inside and this mama headed to the local nail salon to relax.
Two and a half hours I waited. Two and a half hours my nail technician pampered me and helped me relax, even offering me a chilled glass of Moscato – my favorite! Finally, with my nails perfectly manicured and my toes polished, it was time to find out the final verdict. It was time to drive and pick up my rising 7th grader and hopeful Viking Cheerleader.
The entire family drove to the school to find out what the final decision was. We anxiously awaited for her to come out of the building and finally there she was with an envelope in hand which held what could possibly be either the best or worst night of our lives. Here we go!
Tears. Screams of joy. Laughs. And of course a smile that made my heart just burst. She had done it! All on her own. Her hard work for the past 5 years had paid off. I could not have been more proud of my girl than what I was in that moment.
What can I tell you to take away from this entry that I know has been a while – and yes unfortunately when life gets busy it takes away from me being able to get thoughts down on screen. I have missed posting and I will try to get better – but back to what I was saying 😂. (Squirrel)
Great things can happen to those that work hard for what they want. It may not happen in the time that you want, but if you don’t try and you don’t take that leap of faith, you will never know your full potential. This can be hard for one to hear sometimes, myself included, but never be afraid to take a leap of faith. You will have people that will be your biggest supporters, your own sideline cheerleaders, and regretfully you will also have those that will surprise you and try to bring on self doubt. But remember this my friend, you can do anything you set your mind to!
Keep reaching for the stars!
Your Traveling Fairy Godmother, Sybil