First, there's the tension of seeing your own child compete, all by herself.
But then there is the agony of the awards ceremony. I try so hard to not look at the little faces of the girls who don't do well, because they just break my heart...I'm not talking about just my kid or even the girls from our gym...my heart breaks for all of them.
Under the rules, they have to "recognize" every girl who competed with a medal. It's so wrenching to see the faces of the girls who didn't place in the top half. I just make myself look at the girl at the top of the podium (or my daughter, if she's happy)...otherwise, the sad faces haunt me all week.
Is anybody else as soft as I am?
But then there is the agony of the awards ceremony. I try so hard to not look at the little faces of the girls who don't do well, because they just break my heart...I'm not talking about just my kid or even the girls from our gym...my heart breaks for all of them.
Under the rules, they have to "recognize" every girl who competed with a medal. It's so wrenching to see the faces of the girls who didn't place in the top half. I just make myself look at the girl at the top of the podium (or my daughter, if she's happy)...otherwise, the sad faces haunt me all week.
Is anybody else as soft as I am?
) I'll never forget the disappointment of totally bombing my very last meet ever (I think I fell on all four events) and not qualifying for regionals. But I'll also never forget being a Texas State Champion. I think that the disappointments do make the victories all that much sweeter, it's just sad for the kids that face the heartache that are never going to be win anything, either, or will quit out of frustration before it is "their time to shine."