If you don’t get the title. I’ll explain it later.
I had a holy shit light bulb moment this past weekend. Princess went to a cheer camp at the local high school Saturday morning. I walked her in, paid the registration fee and she took off like a shot running hand in hand with a ‘real cheerleader’ towards the gym.
No backwards glance, No hesitation.
I blinked, and she was gone.
That’s my girl. Head first into every situation with no fear at all.
I admire the crap outta that kid.
2 hours later I came back to pick her up and as I walked into this gym filled with teenagers and pre-teens and a small group of younger kids, something struck me.
That’s not me anymore.
I’m not the one trying out, or dancing, or cheering in the group. I looked at all of those fresh eager young faces and realized with a jolt that I’m the mom.
I’m a mom.
I know that I’m a mom, but it’s still strange to realize that when other people see me, they don’t see ‘Rachel’ they see Princess and Monkey’s mom.
They don’t look at me and see a peer, they look at me and see a mom.
Am I the only one who sometimes feels like I’m playing house or playing mom, that the real parents are going to come home and pay me for babysitting and then tell me to go home.
I can’t really be a mom. I mean, I know I’m 30 and I’m allegedly an adult, but I’m not really. I still feel like a kid.
It was a very bizarre situation to have teenagers one one side of the gym and Moms on the other and realize that I belonged on the mom side.
Please tell me this isn’t just me.
Okay, I’m done rambling. Thanks for going along on this ride with me.
Princess has one more cheer camp practice tonight and then she’s performing at the end of half-time at the football game friday night.
You better believe the camera will be charged, the pride will be overwhelming and yet at the same time I feel a bit melancholy.
My little girl is growing up and moving on. Today she’s 4 and playing at cheerleading, but in the blink of my teary blue eyes she’ll be 14 and it’ll be for real.
Back to the title.
Princess’ favorite cheer is:
Firecracker, Firecracker Boom Boom Boom
Firecracker Firecracker Boom Boom Boom
The boys got the muscles
The teachers got the brains
The girls got the sexy legs
and we won the game.
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