I’m one of those people who get about as nervous as my kids when watching them compete in sports, especially wrestling. I’ve always said that if I could know the outcome it would be so much easier. Well now I know that’s a big, fat lie.
My youngest took first place in the wrestling tournament he went to last weekend. He went alone with a family friend because my husband and I needed to stay and help at the local high school tournament. The friend’s mother made a video of each of his matches and sent us a link so we could watch them.
My husband and I hovered over my phone watching the matches and I couldn’t believe it. My heart pounded and my body tensed at every lock up, takedown, and switch—my nerves wrestling right along with him even though I already knew the outcome. I guess when you’re a nervous-mervous at heart escaping its effects are not possible—no matter what.