I will admit up front that I realize that I am "that mom" that you never thought you would be. I feel horrible about it. Please, I'd like supportive advice, not bashing. My daughter graduated high school last year as a L10. She was known as the comeback kid. She suffered through more than her share of injuries, yet survived it all with a smile and hard work the whole time. She never let it get her down. Just kept going. One step after another. And she was talented. You don't get to L10 being hurt most of your high school years without being talented. She didn't get to compete much, get to have the "glory" of all her hard work, because of her ill timed injuries. We knew D1 was out of the question. Frankly, we thought college was out of the question at all. But a wonderful D3 coach (we fell in love with him instantly) showed a tremendous amount of interest in her. He even called her to tell her personally she'd been accepted to the school. To Mom (and that's a problem, I realize) this was an incredible chance being placed in front of her. Something we thought was out of her reach. Finally, she was going to soar, to reach the mountaintop. We had plans, We researched the schools. We researched the camps. We researched their college programs. We made a professional video. We promoted her. We, not just me, were so into it. Mom spent hours becoming a travel agent, to take 2 weeks off school/work and travel to all the D3s. Then it centered on this one school. She was struggling, she was tired of being injured. I don't know what all she was going through. We'd be the last to know. We were a team doing this tour. She and me. Together. It was a choice of going to this school across the country or a local large university we grew up on. I read back on earlier things I wrote and remember how she was straddling and committed to just go visit that one school. That it wasn't a fair decision without even doing that. And, in my opinion, what skin was it off her nose. A free trip! Well, as time passed, it became "my" thing, not "our" thing. And finally it became a huge thing between us. We can't even talk about gymnastics at all anymore. Not even about famous gymnasts. It is so sad. And I know some of it was how I handled it. I was trying to do what was best. We're all new at this. There's no book on how to do it right. I just felt so strongly that she was walking away from the gift she'd been given when it looked like it was over. And I was angry she broke her promise to just go look. She's at the state school. And she's having a good time. And she excels at everything, it's not like this was her only thing. She's intending on going to med school (being inspired by spending so much time at her orthopedist!). Y'all, I'm "that Mom." I hate it. I. HATE. IT. She's happy. She's never seemed to regret it for a second. She had a severe ankle injury before her last season. She admits it was a relief to her because she didn't have to make a decision, she could blame the injury. What do I do? I literally think I'm angry. It's horrible. I shouldn't be this way. I've got an appointment set up for the 2 of us to go to a counselor over Christmas, but I just don't know how to change my inner most feelings, even if I know their wrong. Please tell me I'm not the only mom who has gone through this? I don't want to be her, but I am. Help!