Watching my girls grow up and accomplish milestones both big and small has been
an inspiring journey for me so far. The looks on their faces when they know that
their parents are fully engaged and cheering them on is priceless, it's a pure joy that I
wish I could bottle up and save forever. I miss out on so much of their lives when I leave
and head out for work everyday, kissing Belle goodbye at the bus stop and
reluctantly dropping Brees off at the sitter. The working mother guilt is an emotion
that never really seems to go away, not even on my good days. And so I jump into
my motherhood role on my off time with reckless abandon, savoring every moment,
every request, every step we walk together. I appreciate our time and live it to the
fullest, knowing how much it means to them as well.
an inspiring journey for me so far. The looks on their faces when they know that
their parents are fully engaged and cheering them on is priceless, it's a pure joy that I
wish I could bottle up and save forever. I miss out on so much of their lives when I leave
and head out for work everyday, kissing Belle goodbye at the bus stop and
reluctantly dropping Brees off at the sitter. The working mother guilt is an emotion
that never really seems to go away, not even on my good days. And so I jump into
my motherhood role on my off time with reckless abandon, savoring every moment,
every request, every step we walk together. I appreciate our time and live it to the
fullest, knowing how much it means to them as well.
Friday night was one of those small milestones that we celebrated big: Isabelle
participated in a week long cheerleading camp at our local high school and was able to
cheer and dance with the senior cheerleaders. We made a huge fuss about it: took a
million pictures, sat front and center in the bleachers, whooped and hollered until we
were hoarse as she did her thing. She was adorable, completely in her element, smiling
that megawatt smile every time someone told her how much she looks like her mama.
It was a great night to catch up with some of my old high school classmates, to
reminisce about the countless amount of Friday nights I spent on those same side
lines, dancing and cheering as a Panthorette.
participated in a week long cheerleading camp at our local high school and was able to
cheer and dance with the senior cheerleaders. We made a huge fuss about it: took a
million pictures, sat front and center in the bleachers, whooped and hollered until we
were hoarse as she did her thing. She was adorable, completely in her element, smiling
that megawatt smile every time someone told her how much she looks like her mama.
It was a great night to catch up with some of my old high school classmates, to
reminisce about the countless amount of Friday nights I spent on those same side
lines, dancing and cheering as a Panthorette.
Isabelle has most of my old dance costumes in her dress up trunk and she loves to ask
me the story behind each one: "Where did you wear this one, Mama? What song did
you dance to in this one?" I catch her in the mirror sometimes, flipping her hair and
twirling around in the silver sequins that were my second skin. Seeing yourself in your
child: it is surreal. I am so completely grateful to have a daughter to cheer on and
support, the same way my mama always did for me. She's already asked us if she can
do cheer camp again next year and we wholeheartedly agreed. We'll be there, tiny
dancer, we'll go where ever you go.
me the story behind each one: "Where did you wear this one, Mama? What song did
you dance to in this one?" I catch her in the mirror sometimes, flipping her hair and
twirling around in the silver sequins that were my second skin. Seeing yourself in your
child: it is surreal. I am so completely grateful to have a daughter to cheer on and
support, the same way my mama always did for me. She's already asked us if she can
do cheer camp again next year and we wholeheartedly agreed. We'll be there, tiny
dancer, we'll go where ever you go.
