Wednesday, November 9, 2011
I can't imagine a gym filled with 300 BIG wrestlers!
But our very first tournament.
William was our only wrestler since Lincoln has a two-week break from contact sports.
This IS a contact sport.
Talk about INTENSE.
I watched little pre-k wrestlers that could probably take ME down!
I'm repenting for being so judgemental. Wrestling is hard work. Wrestling is emotionally tough. Wrestling is NOT for the faint of heart. Wrestling is hard to watch when it's your own sweet child out there!!
Our kids wrestle because it's great prep for football. It instills confidence, balance, etc. (not that I knew that, it's all Ben). My kids love it.
Each kid got to wrestle twice. Will won his first match and barely lost the second. Will had the kid pinned and then the officials said they forgot to start the clock. Dang it. They started again and Will lost. But that's okay. It was a great match. They both worked so hard and either could've won. Will didn't mind. He was all smiles and patted the winner on the back.
It was a LONG evening for only two matches. 5:30-8 pm. Next time we'll be more prepared with snacks and books. I climbed my way to the nose-bleed section and nursed Sam. I lost Annie as we were headed out the door. I called Ben, frantic, not that he could do anything about it. The other kids were all buckled up and I scoured the gym for a third time. When Annie's lost, she usually huddles in a corner, or under a clothing rack, crying. Maybe she's getting brave. She didn't even know we'd lost her. She was in the opposite corner of the gym, sitting on the floor holding the door open like a door-stop!
Soon, my young Padawan, soon.
at 9:46 AM