Tenacity – How many time will you pull yourself back-up?

Tonight at cheer Emily and her team practiced lifting one of them of the floor. I’m sure their is a term for it but what I saw was my girl holding her friend in her arms with the help of her coaches.

Em was exhausted, this was difficult and not fun at all. She wanted to stop doing this and just go home…

I bribed her to stay with the promise of cheesecake!

Yes, I am that mom!

On the way home, I asked her what happened and she said it was too hard. She said “I can’t do this!”

I replied “yet! You can’t do this yet!” Than proceeded to tell her this story, my first ever blog post from way back when not many people followed Lessons from my daughter.

My girl is in the shower now so she can smell good before she tackles that cheesecake and she feels somewhat better about lifting her friend because currently she just can’t do it yet 😊

Here’s the story I told her!  It’s a short and powerful one!

Lessons from my daughter

When people look at my daughter, they see someone who is different, a teenager holding her parent’s hand, a young girl who seems β€œslower” (to be polite….). Β A teenager carrying a doll around…..

Looking at my daughter now, I am reminded of a little girl who wanted to walk so badly that over 13 months (March 2001 to March 2002) she tried to walk every single day… Β On average a couple of times per hour for 10 to 12 hours a day… Β Do the math, a small 3 year old girl, fell at least 8,000 times but pulled herself back-up and tried again!

I don’t care what the outside world think….. Β ok, that’s not true, I do care! Β I hope the whole world could see that she is my hero, my personal life coach, that she has overcome so much in her life …..

A 3 year old taught me…

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Another Cheer competition!

This weekend, we, once again, did something new.

Friday, I packed our suitcases and we were on the road as soon as Jon was done work.

On Saturday, Emily’s cheer team was performing at the NB Provincial cheer competition.

We drove for almost 3 hours to make it to our home away from home for the weekend.

Look at my cheerleader!  She looks like a typical teenager!

Make-up time in the stands!

All dolled-up

Emily and her team did amazing.

They were the last team to go and by that time, I would say that the 800 or so cheerleaders competing plus their parents and families were back in the Civic Centre.

It was, after all, almost award time.

The place was packed and it scared me.

All day, I watched as cheerleaders and family from the gym of the competing team sat on the floor in front of the mat and cheered for their friends.  You can see the people sitting on the floor in the picture below.  That space is specifically saved for team mates and after each performance, everybody gets up and moved away while another group moves in.

It’s all really civilized.

As we approached 5:15pm, I grew nervous.

Will the other cheerleaders from our gym sit on the floor for our little team?

Will the crowd cheer for our girls?

I wanted to believe that they would but it scared me to think that maybe it wouldn’t happen.

I worry about things like that all the time.

Yesterday, I sat on the cement floor, took a deep breath, opened my eyes and witnessed a sea of purple cheerleaders filling the space around us!

And by a sea of purple, I mean, there had to be at least a hundred of them.

The space reserved for coaches on the floor could have been emptied because our coaches are on the mat with their team but the other coaches from our club sat there.

It was overwhelming to see all this support for our little team.

The music started and I couldn’t take my eyes off of Emily so I really didn’t know how the other did until I saw a video of their performance last night.

The girls did amazing but what made me tear up (again) was the crowd.

The crowd was cheering and clapping.

The girls were beaming!

At the end of their performance, they were all so proud of themselves, they were hugging each other and than something else happened…  On the video you clearly see a sea of purple cheerleaders jump on the mat and celebrate with our girls.

This, I never allowed myself to imagine happening to Emily.  My socially awkward girl was celebrating and accepting congratulations from other cheerleaders.

Emily and the other girls on the Pillars have developed friendships and we (the parents) are getting to know each other and becoming friends too but yesterday, it was so much bigger than the Pillars, yesterday, Emily was part of the Olympia Allstar Cheerleading Family

This doesn’t just happens!

It starts at the top with great ownership, this reflects on great coaches and it is passed to all the athletes.  They all see The Pillars as one of their teams. A team that doesn’t tumble and fly exactly like the other teams but they tumble, make pyramids and dance like nobody else!

They are The Pillars!

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