Do You Have A Life Cheerleader?

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Are you a cheerleader?
Do you know someone that’s a cheerleader?
Were you a cheerleader?
I was a cheerleader in middle school for a basketball team.
Where my loud voice was encouraged
Where I learned to dance
I had matching shoes with the other girls on the team, matching uniforms, doing the same thing at the same time, or at least trying. I am still friends with some of the ladies on Facebook.
I’m a different kind of cheerleader now. My hair is no longer long, my skirts are certainly not as short. My voice is just as loud, for that I am certainly proud.
Having three girls I didn’t want my girls to be cheerleaders because of the way the uniforms are. A personal preference no judgment being made. I’m certainly proud of the sports that they did choose, I know what it’s like to be part of the team both good and bad. I am one of the loudest moms on the sideline, and I don’t make any apologies about it. I’m a great cheerleader.
I’m a different kind of cheerleader.
As we get older we forget about cheering for other people out of our family. We forget what it’s like to have someone cheer for us……
When you do find someone who cheers you on and encourages you when you don’t believe in yourself, that’s when you’re part of a team. No Matter how big, no matter how small you are a team. Always having the other persons back even if they screw up. You enCourage them to get right back up no matter what. It Is that self-doubt that gets you, that has gotten all of us…..
If you don’t have a life cheerleader, at least be open to finding one. It will change your life, it is up to you to let it. #teamworkmakesthedreamwork
-Holly Dresson

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