As some of you may know, I coach a level 3 gymnastics team. We had our state meet this weekend. They finished 8th in the state, out of more than 30 gyms. YAY!!
While I am excited about how well that they placed, that is not the point of my entry today. As their season comes to a close, I look back at some of my favorite memories, both of the season and of the state meet.
As I look back on all this time together, I have decided that I am too much of a softie to ever lead a cut-throat, unbeatable team. What has touched me the most has not been high scores and 1st places. It has been watching them grow and mature and become a “team.”
They came in as a bunch of scared and nervous girls. Now they are friends and supporters. I have seen my girls hug each other when they learn a new skill. I have heard them cheer each other on when they see one of their own struggling. I have had them jump up and do the “stay on the beam” dance when one struggles to stay on the beam. I have had them crawl in my lap and snuggle. I have had them wrap around my legs when I am walking. I have seen them holding hands with each other while they are getting instructions.
I am more proud of my girls for their actions at the meet than if they would have come out in 1st place, but without their wonderful personalities.
Let me tell you a couple of excerpts from the meet so that you can see what amazing young girls that I have.
When we were at the bars and some of the girls would get to a skill that they had been struggling with, I would hear them quietly cheer, “YES” when their teammate made their skill. They came and sat next to me during beam because they knew that I needed to hold on to someone when the girls are doing their handstands on beam. They let me hold their arm or leg. (There was once that I accidentally grabbed the leg of the girl that was the timer for beam, but that is another story for another day.) They did a modified “stay on the beam” dance with me while their teammates were doing their handstands and leaps. They cheered their teammates loudly, they told them good job and high fived them no matter if they stuck their routines or not. They were able to shake off a bad event and not take it with them to the next event. They made me and their other coach so very proud and we love them dearly.
The rest of the season will be spent training them for the next level, learning new “fun” skills and getting them ready for their new level and new coaches.
I am going to be sad to see them go, but proud to see them progress. It is almost like having kids. You have to give them roots before they can grow wings. Whether these girls stay in gymnastics or not, I hope that they remember the lessons they have learned and the coaches that loved them.
So, obviously I do not have what it takes to make these girls be state champions that will always outscore everyone else. That would take someone much tougher than I am. Someone who does not get teary eyed when they are crying during conditioning. Someone who does not think one of the best parts of practice is getting the hugs at the end of practice. Someone who does not feel so honored when they want to come sit in my lap or lay their head on my shoulder. Maybe one day, I will be “tougher.” For now though, I am going to enjoy the ride and the joy that comes with it.
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