I have a confession.
I love coaching cheerleading.
Ok, well that's not the real confession but I feel I need to put that out there as a disclaimer.
The truth is.....there is one little girl on my squad....
That I can't stand.
I mean, I want to strangle her.
I know, I'm going straight to hell.
From the first day she walked into the Youth Center, I cringed.
I had never met her before. But I just knew.
Her mother annoys me and I'm sure she's to blame.
Can you blame a mother for how her 7yr old turns out.
She talks over us all time, she bothers the other girls around her and she thinks she know every cheer before we teach it.
I split the girls up and show them a cheer and she tries to finish it before I've finished teaching it.
Then when it's her turn to show me she can't remember how to do it at all.
I want to yell shutthefuckupandlistentowhatI'mtryingtotellyou. But I don't. I smile. And sternly ask her to listen.
But I'm dying inside.
My chest is burning with all the things I want to scream at her.
How could this one child get to me so much?
Last week her mother asked if she could move to the 8-10 group because the practice times were more convienent for her. It's not my decision I told her, she's placed in our squad based upon her age....but I also said that she should ask.
At this point, I'm willing to forge her paperwork so that she can get the hell off of my squad.
Can you blame me?
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