Recently a friend of mine asked me how a crazy, anti cheerleader metal head could morph into (da da da dum!)
Uber Cheer Mom.....
So, I decided to blog about it.
It is crazy because nearly 13 years of my life have now been devoted to cheer and it all began with a little girl who wanted to play with pom poms.......
When my oldest daughter was in 1st or 2nd grade, all of her friends were signing up for Pop Warner cheer. It was a simple thing - 25 bucks for sign ups, practice once a week, then 6 football games and a trophy - so even though my experiences with cheerleaders were less than fabulous, I let her and her sister sign up. It was simple the first year, and then our coaches "retired", so the second year we got a new coach. The new coach was very cute and peppy.......then she went back to school and classes conflicted with practices so another Mom and I began filling in for her. Which was HYSTERICAL because A - I know nothing about cheer and B - I'm fat, but I am also a trooper so I researched and learned about pyramids, the difference between a cheer and a chant, offensive vs defensive cheers, jumps and the importance of stretching! (I think I always surprised my girls with how flexible a fat chick can be, lol) The girls loved cheer and the only rule I had was that they ALWAYS had to treat it like a sport. I coached for the next 5 years (all three of my daughters) and really loved it. In the last 13 years the girls have cheered for little league, middle school, high school, competitively and fingers crossed I will have one cheering in college next year. So, my dear sweet friend Jenna - THAT is how it all began -with one pair of big brown eyes and a pair of poms.
