Confessions:
While chaperoning, I may or may not have spray tanned 3 girls at Worlds, one of them being my own daughter (if you've seen me, or my daughter, you know how cray-cray that is).
I may or may not have, in the past, sent a friend, who knew diddly about cheerleading, but still lives up north (I'm a NY Yankee), to the showcase of a hypothetical rival team. This could have happened...maybe. There may have been fictitious videoing involved.
I may or may not have took the advice of a certain team mom ahem...ms teal ahem...and told my nauseous child to bite her cheeks for 2:30 b/c this certain team mom would have a trash can waiting when she got off. (Luckily, she didn't need it.) I'm a paramedic...so that might have been bad medical advice, in retrospect.
I probably may have zipped through all of the Action Shots to look for only my CP. and then wanted to choke Jamie Christian for capturing that one golden moment when she had her mouth open so I could see all of her fillings, her ancestry and her lunch. He always manages to catch the lovely moment when her eyes roll back in her head. She never does that at home.
I confess to all of the other things - except...I like going to competition with my baby! Time goes by so quickly. She will graduate HS next year and then this will all be over. It will have been 8 years, if God wills that she cheers next season. I am so grateful for every long drive, mad dash, saved seat, bad fashion-wearing, obnoxious hat-having, too-big-for-spandex, cowbell-ringing, crying-just-cuz moment.