Loving Being a Wrestling Mom

Loving Being a Wrestling Mom

Loving Being a Wrestling Mom

I have to say being a wrestling mom while only 3 years in has been one of the hardest sports for me to watch but the most rewarding. I have 3 boys all within 3 years of age and they fight like cats and dogs. The minute they put their hands on each other I typically start yelling and don’t let them engage. So sending one of my boys on to a mat to what to me is hand to hand combat seemed uncomfortable and not natural to me. Usually I am yelling to keep personal space but personal space is NOT a thing in wrestling!

All of my experience has been in Kids Club. Hunter started in 3rd grade which is actually on the older side. A lot of these kids are starting at 4 or 5 years old. They are tiny and tough! Hunter probably had 10 plus pounds on most of the kids his age in the room so he had to wrestle a little older too. Most all were more experienced. Luckily the first year they are paired by their experience. The year after it is fair game. There are some really good little athletes! Aggressive, know how to hit moves, unafraid, and never giving up. I have always been impressed by that. Most give it 100{c04c261c8c5334af4a60c65a17d8bf1310c90f199faf3aa4d07f5f581743543e} for 3 one minute periods and while I have seen a LOT of crying hey are generally able to suck it up, finish, shake hands, have their cry, and move on in a matter of minutes! That bad round usually doesn’t dictate their next face off or match because it is a new set of minutes, new score board, new opponent, and it was all left on the mat. You don’t see them getting mad at their teammates for not hitting a move or not getting their pin here because most of wrestling at the regular season tournaments in Kids club are individual. If you are mad at someone it is usually yourself.

I don’t know all of the rules, hell I know very little even 3 years later. I still CANNOT seem to keep my mouth shut from yelling every obvious things such as, “Get up!” “Pin Him/Her!” “Turn!” I don’t usually bring others with me to the meets because they are so long. There is a lot of sitting and waiting and I am sometimes able to hide or squish myself as close to the mat Hunter is on as possible without getting in trouble when I am alone. I don’t get up to go to the bathroom or chat with friends because of my fear of not knowing when he will be up. One time we drove 50 minutes to a meet and we were there for two hours and Hunter was pinning two times in a matter of seconds! Imagine if I had missed those few seconds, I would have missed it all!

I do like sitting there hearing people yell, moms and dads go psycho, laugh but then do the same thing myself when my kid get ups. You will notice I said I laugh, I rarely judge because I know I am just as psycho sometimes! I feel like I am wrestling myself! I stand, I move my feet, and again dumb stuff spews out of my mouth and I feel his pain, his sadness, and his victories!

I feel his sadness and I can see him cry and I don’t run to him because he is hurt or that my hug will make it better (even though mom’s hug cures all don’t you know!). I empathize because I know if he didn’t care he wouldn’t be so upset. Usually it’s the opposite, if he comes to me I say you are fine, you did great, go and sit down and wait for your next match.  But when he wins on points or pins a kid that excitement is all HIM, not a teammate but his own actions that give him that high and for that we rejoice. He has placed in matches, had not placed at all, and has a few 1st thrown in there. He is still young so that medal is still something to work for and keeps him coming to practice 3 times a week and every Sunday for tournaments. He has grown over the last three years and for that I am grateful. He is going into his last year in Kids Club so he will be the oldest in the room next winter. I applaud the coaches, parents, and other kids for coming together in this very individual sport and portraying a team and a family. Being a good partner during the week pays off dividends for on the weekend.  I never thought I would be a wrestling mom, but I am sure happy to be one!

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