I have a son who is a level 10 gymnast. This has taken many years of working out 5-6 days a week for at least 4 hours a day. Learning how to stretch and contort his body in ways that on occasion hurts for me to watch. He does this because he loves it, he has loved it from the beginning and I drive him where he needs to be, encourage his growth and let him choose his path. I know he has hopes of college scholarships which are hard to come by and he hopes to help coach in the future. The hours and hours I’ve spent in the car supporting his dedication are worth it, I love being a part of his dream.
And this is where my 3 paragraph rant used to be about parents who don’t show up or bring the grandparents, uncles, aunts or cousins to the 1 local competition a year. Now it’s one sentence.
My brother and his awesome family drove 2.5 hours to come watch him compete this weekend and it meant so much to me and my son! I am so grateful for family! Of course now their 3 young children are bouncing and rolling around their house lol and thus begins the next generation of gymnasts.
About 10 years ago I was sitting in a McDonalds with my 4 young kids. I believe my oldest was only about 10, and we didn’t normally sit in the playground at McDonalds but I had spent the morning at the elementary school with a committee debating reenrolling one of my boys back in school instead of homeschool.
A woman walked in with 2 kids and began talking to me almost immediately. I was not normally very talkative with strangers, and I wondered if she would ever go sit by herself. We spent over a hour with our kids playing and talking. She had just moved to my area less then a hour before and was only at McDonalds because she didn’t know anything or anyone in the area. Before we left we exchanged phone numbers and I laughed because I hadn’t given someone my phone number since my dating years.
Well she called and we hung out and I slowly became used to the fact that she is loud and talkative with absolutely anyone. I stopped being embarrassed when she talked to every clerk, bagger, waiter, stranger in the store and slowly began doing the same. She taught me to be confident and open up. One of her favorite things is to mention things or make jokes that make me blush, I am still an easy target.
She is my best friend. When my marriage ended she gave me courage and strength. She didn’t encourage me to leave but once I had my mind made up she gave me everything I needed to stay strong and finish the course. Sometimes I have moments of doubt on this difficult coarse I choose and wonder if I should have stayed on the safe path. She reminds me of how strong I am, and how brave I have become, and I can’t seem to hear it enough. We have been through so much, with our difficulties raising kids, husbands, health. I don’t know if I would be whole or sane without her support. I am so grateful that she doesn’t get sick of giving me the same advice over and over again because it’s hard. It’s not that I am a slow learner, it’s changing habits and feelings about myself takes a lot of time since I spent many years creating bad ones or accepting others poor opinions of me.
I believe that girlfriends are so important and I am blessed in mine.