Meet my girls. They are my pride and joy and my biggest headache all wrapped into one. They please me, tease me, but most often test me. They are...my cheerleaders.
The first year I took this job, it was a real wake-up call. So THIS is what my teenaged-girl will act like? I looked at myself as a mother-in-training, getting ready for my own little girl to grow up. Expect the best, but prepare for the worst. I kind of live by that motto, come to think of it.
Now, in my third year, I'm over the honeymoon stage and riding the wave of football cheerleading. I enjoy the time I spend with the girls, and I have to admit I've learned a lot from them. I could probably win a trivia contest on teen lingo (especially if my competition didn't include parents of teens or anyone younger than 40). I've learned about high school fashions and re-learned about romance (I have been married for 15 years, after all). They have taught me dirty jokes, nasty songs, secret handshakes, makeup techniques and hair styling. I have learned to always be prepared (extra bobby pins, safety pins, tampons, spankies, socks, tissue--for the tears;there are always tears--and band-aids). They have taught me SO many ways to avoid working that I believe I have expert status now. They have taught me to see life through young eyes again. For that, I thank them.
So here's to a good season girls! We can be strong, united, and awesome!
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