I'd brag on my oldest, Bama if he would allow me. Now he is an "adult"(LOL) he refuses to give me permission to put his image on my blog. Or that's what he says anyway. I think I may be embarrassing to him. Imagine that? I wuvvvvv my baby boy.
Mommy would never embarass her snuggie wuggie bear.
I couldn't miss that opportunity.
On Friday night and all day on Saturday, We spent our time working, watching, eating and breathing wrestling. Our wrestling club hosted the tournament, which meant our club members were called to volunteer to work various jobs. Big Daddy and I were put working the scoring tables for the "school boys" (wrestlers in middle school and up).
It was my first time to work a table and I can just say, I thought I was going to cry I was so nervous I would screw up the brackets. I was in charge of two different weight classes and was terrified I would confuse the two. But midway through, and with some strict and insistant education& direction of wrestling by Big Daddy, I finally caught on enough to relax. Or maybe it was that I became afraid of Big Daddy's line of directing.
I guess he thinks since he wrestled for 6 years (in middle and high school-we went to school together) and that our oldest son and youngest son have wrestled a combination of 3 years that I should know all about wrestling.
With Friday behind us, I left the stress to my son, J Smooth who wrestled....
Aww. I make that face when I am trying to remove blood, fingernail polish and doggy smells from my carpet.....
And usually after my own little mental breakdown that mothers sometimes have, Big Daddy will give me a pep talk much like he did J Smooth. Nothing like having Big Daddy to snap one back to reality.
It also helps to have good friends around to cheer you on.
In life and In wrestling.
Way To Go, J Smooth!