We went out of bounds and I saw the exhaustion in my opponent’s eyes.
I was always told to wrestle every match like it was my last, but I never believed my last match would come before I expected.
None of what will happen in my future would be the same had I not wrestled, and for that, I am forever grateful to this sport.
My son is a wrestler.
He is a lightweight in stature, but not in heart.
I have learned, at times I am part of my own journey and at other times I am here to help others with their journey.
The only part I haven’t figured out as of yet, is, which is happening, when.
I lost my dad suddenly, my freshmen year right after counties.
In the game of life, I would call today a win.
It’s an odd moment when you are sharing both congratulations and condolenses.
I use to think it was tough being a wrestler’s girlfriend. But I was wrong.
Being a wrestler’s mom is tougher, and I love it.
I love telling stories about this sport and the people involved in it. It is my passion. Everyone has a story.
I would like to tell yours.