There are a lot of sports I like to play and watch, but this is not one of them. This one, for the life of me, I cannot figure out. I can't find a reason in this brain of mine (that is far more feminine than I had imagined), why any normal human being would want to do this. Of course, as we all know, people who participate in this sport are not normal human beings. They're boys. That right there explains it. But I still don't understand it.
Andrew has been participating in what seems to me to be a well-put-together wrestling camp at West High. There are several head coaches, and the high school wrestlers break into small groups to coach the kids. They have taught these little boys more than I ever thought possible. Who knew wrestling was so serious? You mean it's not just a couple of boys trying to overtake the other on a filthy mat? There is technique involved? Amazing!
I had visions of my future tonight. I have three boys. I might be spending a good chunk of my adult life shielding my eyes while sitting on the bleachers. The head coach of West High gave me quite the smile when he saw the tortured look on my face, while just watching my eight-year-old practice.
Thankfully, Haley was one of the wrestling managers for her middle school (and knows these coaches), and she can sit next to me and explain just what the heck is going on.
I noticed earlier in the week that Andrew might do a little better during the matches if he'd wipe the smile off his face. It was so cute, though, to see him just beaming and laughing because he was loving it so much. But he tried today, and after practice he told me that he had much more energy because he wasn't smiling. He even won his match. I told him to go ahead and smile -- after the match was over. He agreed.
