Friday, March 21, 2008
I'm so furious
that I cannot even think
< rant >
I know it's Haiku Friday, but 5-7-5 is tough when you are spitting nails.
My little Roo-girl had the opportunity of, well, not quite a lifetime, but it was a damned good one.
The high school cheer team (which she tries out for in April -- omigod!!!) practices at a local gym and invited her to work out with them. This is pretty freakin' special. Tryouts are a month away -- and she is getting an opportunity not offered to anyone else!
Roo was understandably excited about this and burbled a little to her current coach, who RAINED ON HER PARADE.
Told my child that she COULD. NOT. GO.
Because it conflicted with her regular team practices.
Now, I don't know about you, but I happen to know that the cheer season is winding down some. And preparations are being made (at least at the high school level) for NEXT year already.
I also happen to know that my kid is very very loyal to her coach, the only person who has trained her during her five years as a cheerleader/tumbler. Loyal to the point of making me crazy, too, because Coach K is a notorious flake.
And I ALSO happen to know that Roo is the most skilled child on her team -- both in the air and on the floor mats as a tumbler. No one else has a standing back tuck or any parts of the pike-overs and half-whatevers she can do.
Roo-girl IS that team, and the coach is staring disaster in the face when my little girl goes to high school.
So when we got the call Thursday morning that she was invited to practice that night, I told Roo I would talk to the coach and clear it. I had no intention of telling Coach K why she wouldn't be at practice Thursday night, just that she wouldn't.
I admit I took the chickenshit way out: I sent her a text message.
And as soon as the text left my fingertips, my phone rang.
"Is Roo-girl sick?" she asked.
"No," I answered. "I just need her tonight."
"Oh, well, you know she told me about practicing with the high school team. Is that where she is going?"
Sigh. I won't lie.
"Yes, it is."
"Well, you know what I told her, don't you?"
*Insert motherly eyeroll here*
"I told her to remember how she felt last year when other kids did that to HER."
"Um, K? She is not quitting the team. She is missing practice tonight. Period."
Sheesh. This kid does. not. miss. practice. ever.
She is the heart and backbone of the team, and she is always there, busting her butt.
How 'bout if you are gut-busting proud of the little girl you have trained since she was 8 years old? How 'bout if, instead of playing the guilt card, you let the baby bird fly from the nest?
You've raised her well, Coach K. Now it's time to let her test her wings in the big-girl arena.
Fly, baby bird, fly!
Time to show them your best stuff.
You make your mom proud.
< /rant >