“I was just going to prove to them I could do it. And then I couldn’t.”
Oh, my poor little mama’s heart was so broken. And so proud.
I have to admit that I wasn’t keen on Emma trying out for cheerleader. With her lack of athletic ability (totally inherited from ME) and our failure to send her to gymnastics and cheer camp for the past six years, her chances didn’t look good and I hated for her to experience that disappointment.
But Emma showed me something yesterday: she showed me that she’s determined and courageous when it comes to something she wants. She showed me she’s graceful and courteous in defeat. And she showed me –and lots of other girls out there- that failure doesn’t have be defining.
I could not be more proud of my sweet Emma today. She may not be heisting the pompom of glory at school today, but she’s definitely wearing a smile of grace with her head held tall.