Cheerleading (I bet that gets your attention!)
That word brings up a variety of societal characterizations. Peppy, silly, brainless. Or perhaps snotty, snobby, bitchy. For my youngest (and eldest, in fact), competitive cheerleading has been their sport of choice. We’re not talking about jumping around clapping your hands. This stuff is athleticism at it’s finest.
At any rate, my youngest has not cheered for over a year due to her diagnosis of epilepsy. She’s not wanted to, either. Fear has had her by the throat. Today, she’s trying out for her High School squad. I feel like vomiting. It’s only a sport, but I want this so bad for her. I think it’s one of the ways she will conquer her fear….
If you don’t think cheerleading is a sport…check this out. THIS is cheerleading.
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