On repeat in my head right now: DD loves her gym. DD loves her gym. DD loves her gym.
So, a few girls in DD"s age group are injured. One of them is our best girl.
So they compete on Saturday. DD is not the strongest in her age group. Of 5 girls, she an another are pretty equal at #4 and #5. Average AA is usually about 35.
I sit next to one of the moms. She is all about scoring, scoring, scoring. When her DD gets a 9.2, she's upset and complaining about how poorly her DD did, "Wow, she's so off today."
OK.
So anyway - we start on vault. DD has her best meet vault ever. Scores 9.2. I'm ecstatic fo her. Next girl goes - scores 9.4.
Mom next to me comments that, see! Maybe we do have a chance at first again if she can score a 9.3! She goes on an on about how worried her DD supposedly is about not getting first, and you know, she's the only "good one" competing in our age group!
Uh - what?
I know DD isn't the strongest competitor, but she tries hard and loves the sport - and I'm sorry, but I don't think a average 35 AA is that terrible. Is it?
So DD moves on to bars - had her best routine I've ever seen, and naturally she peels off the bar @ dismount. It looked terrible - she sorta fell sideways on her ankle, then landed on her tush. Later even coach said she was sure DD broke her ankle. I was terrified for DD.
Mom next to me didn't say a word, and let out a frustrated sigh. None of the other moms around me even look at me.
Score is posted: DD gets 7.8 on bars. I'm panicking internally until I finally see DD get up.
DD goes on to actually finish the meet. 8.8's for beam and floor. Not bad considering her ankle is apparently a bit sore.
DD takes 14th overall and managed a trophy (last awarded place).
Team takes 2nd. Mom next to me not happy about it. Of course her DD took 1st AA, so, sigh, she did all she could do, and it's a good thing that one of the other girls will healed in time for the next meet.
Thankfully, one mom walked all the way over to me from the other end of the gym to make sure I was ok and to say she was proud of my DD for finishing the meet (as I was).
DD loves her gym. She loves her teammates. She loves competing.
I want to run away from it all.
Of course I won't.
But I have a hard time listening to them complain about the "weak gymnasts" on the team, and chatter incessantly about D1 scholarships.
Uh, our kids are in 2nd and 3rd grade.
I'm choosing to focus on the important parts where DD is ok and finished her meet. But it's hard when other people try to make you feel awful.
So, a few girls in DD"s age group are injured. One of them is our best girl.
So they compete on Saturday. DD is not the strongest in her age group. Of 5 girls, she an another are pretty equal at #4 and #5. Average AA is usually about 35.
I sit next to one of the moms. She is all about scoring, scoring, scoring. When her DD gets a 9.2, she's upset and complaining about how poorly her DD did, "Wow, she's so off today."
OK.
So anyway - we start on vault. DD has her best meet vault ever. Scores 9.2. I'm ecstatic fo her. Next girl goes - scores 9.4.
Mom next to me comments that, see! Maybe we do have a chance at first again if she can score a 9.3! She goes on an on about how worried her DD supposedly is about not getting first, and you know, she's the only "good one" competing in our age group!
Uh - what?
I know DD isn't the strongest competitor, but she tries hard and loves the sport - and I'm sorry, but I don't think a average 35 AA is that terrible. Is it?
So DD moves on to bars - had her best routine I've ever seen, and naturally she peels off the bar @ dismount. It looked terrible - she sorta fell sideways on her ankle, then landed on her tush. Later even coach said she was sure DD broke her ankle. I was terrified for DD.
Mom next to me didn't say a word, and let out a frustrated sigh. None of the other moms around me even look at me.
Score is posted: DD gets 7.8 on bars. I'm panicking internally until I finally see DD get up.
DD goes on to actually finish the meet. 8.8's for beam and floor. Not bad considering her ankle is apparently a bit sore.
DD takes 14th overall and managed a trophy (last awarded place).
Team takes 2nd. Mom next to me not happy about it. Of course her DD took 1st AA, so, sigh, she did all she could do, and it's a good thing that one of the other girls will healed in time for the next meet.
Thankfully, one mom walked all the way over to me from the other end of the gym to make sure I was ok and to say she was proud of my DD for finishing the meet (as I was).
DD loves her gym. She loves her teammates. She loves competing.
I want to run away from it all.
Of course I won't.
But I have a hard time listening to them complain about the "weak gymnasts" on the team, and chatter incessantly about D1 scholarships.
Uh, our kids are in 2nd and 3rd grade.
I'm choosing to focus on the important parts where DD is ok and finished her meet. But it's hard when other people try to make you feel awful.