Wrestling

I am a big fan of wrestling. I am not a fan of WWF wrestling. I like high school wrestling. Pete was a wrestler and I loved watching him. My brother Ken was a wrestler too and I have a few memories of that time. Tonight my baby boy Luke went to his first wrestling practice. He is eight. I have mixed emotions about eight year olds wrestling. I have been to enough Little Guy wrestling to see lots of little boys crying as they come off the mat. No mother wants to see his boy crying, but we must give it a whirl.
It was nothing but pure joy talking to him after practice tonight. He had to tell it all, and then every few minutes adding more detail or something he had forgotten. Everything from the team t shirts, to the wrestling shoes, to the warmup and slapping yourself all over to get ready. Then about practicing your stance and when the meets will be and if you win you get to go to Polson to wrestle. All the while a smile and tired contentment. Even drifting off to sleep adding one more tidbit as not to forget a single thing. I laughed and smiled and felt peaceful and proud inside. Ask me next weekend after his first meet how I feel inside. When the rubber hits the road, or might we say, the shoes hit the mat, the truth will be told of a mothers feeling about her little boy wrestling. Really, I can't wait. I am almost as excited as Luke and I will probably be more likely to cry than him. To be continued.....