I love watching Little One cheer. She completely lights up, and she is charged with energy. Cheer coaches have told me how electrifying she is when she is “on”. I like that she has so much fun doing it, and that it makes her happy.
I remember her very first cheer competition, when she was in 2nd grade. She had spent the previous year watching her big sister do competitive cheer, and she couldn’t wait to join a team. She was super nervous when the day came to compete, and she wouldn’t smile at all until it was all over. I have a great picture taken of her right after it was over, and she has a big smile on her face. That entire first year she couldn’t smile or do facials while competing until we were at nationals. The very last competition of the season she finally smiled while doing the routine. It was great!
I have always done her hair for cheer, except now she is so tall I need her to sit in a folding chair in the bathroom. She does her own make-up now, and likes to make sure there is some sparkle to it that the lights of the football field will pick up. When the cheer team takes a water break, or has a break after their half-time routine I’m lucky to get a brief kiss in passing, because she has so many people to talk with. That’s okay, because I’m just happy to be at the game to watch her cheer
She isn’t doing competitive cheer this year, due to my medical issues and her knee problem. She’s in a high level tumbling class once a week though, which she loves, and I’ll probably give in and let her take a 2nd one after the first of the year. She comes home so happy, with such a big smile, ready to sit down and tell me all about the class and her accomplishments. I look forward to that.
I tease Little One that she can’t go to the same university as Oldest One, that she has to live at home and go to the local university. She isn’t having any of it. I told her to have fun in high school. She can look forward to college, but she needs to live high school, and make good memories. She can’t wait for her senior trip, and to start having the experiences she’s seen her big sister have. I wouldn’t mind spending another hour with the 2nd grader who just finished her first cheer competition.