Let me first tell you that our boys' entire lives revolve around and swim deep within the trashy underworld of WWE Wrestling. I wrote a post about this season of life a few months ago, and back then I thought they'd likely be on to something else by now. Not so.
So, I did what any mother would do - I registered my child for wrestling camp. If Owen wants to be a wrestler, let's get on with it. Here we go!
Three days of sticky-mat slappin' and sweaty hair slingin' paradise for your elementary school child. That is what the camp flyer should have advertised. Owen loved every second of it and every bruise on his tender little body ... until the last day.
The tournament... and the take down...
An eight year old's crushed pride and a couple of extra bruises brought that determination right down to the sweaty gray mat. Even though he escaped the pin five times and won lots of points, in the end he lost and the medal didn't sway him back to loving the sport.
Hopefully by November, we will be back on the mat for wrestling season...
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