Tomorrow is the girls’ first cheer competition. In truth, I’m learning that it’s competition for Kinlee’s and exhibition for Braska’s squad. But it’s performance. In front of a lot of people. And I fear they won’t even get to the floor. I mean, they LOVE cheer. They really like the practices, the attention from coaches and the teen buddies. But it’s different when there are lots of strangers looking at them. And yelling. And the music is way louder. I wonder how it will go. I’m not nervous now. I’m trying to think of everything to prepare for. But I know myself well enough to know that tomorrow, at about 11:05am and 11:25am, I will be one nervous nellie. Watching them go, or not go, out onto the floor. Then watching how the routines play out. I’ll cry, I’m sure. And I’m not an easy-crying type… but I know I’ll be proud, and overwhelmed that they’re actually out there, and laughing at how silly the little 3-year-old squad wi...
There are alot of things I thought I'd be, alot of things I hoped I'd be, and many things others want me to be...but I'm just RK.
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