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Another Day, Another Meet

April 17, 2009

tumble1Tomorrow we’ll be on the road again for yet another of Autumn’s tumbling competitions, and even though I desperately need to be in the bed right now, snoozing, I can’t quite get my mind to that shut-off stage.

 

I hate all of this incessant traveling. Back and forth, the road stretching out like a ribbon in front of you. Eye strain because you’re staring too long in the hopes of spotting the state trooper before he spots you. Hotel rooms and omnipresent Cracker Barrels. Painfully uncomfortable bleacher seating. The interminable waiting in between the three events. The interminable wait for awards at the end of the day, when you-just-want-to-freaking-go-home-already, but your kid really wants that seventh place ribbon.

 

More than the travel, I hate how much these competitions mean to Autumn, and how devastated she will be if she does not qualify for Nationals.

 

This has been such a year of transition. We’ve gone from having essentially a happy-go-lucky nine year-old who discovered within herself, by a fluke, really, the capacity for greatness. She has shifted into a ten year-old witnessing, by unhappy merit of being placed in an older age bracket and higher level this season, that in order to realize her capabilities again, she must push herself harder than she ever has—not only physically, but mentally, psychologically, and emotionally as well.

 

It is a tough lesson to learn that sometimes, no matter how hard you train and no matter how hard you try, you just may not hit the mark. We’ve talked about this several times, because she has been frustrated with herself to the point of tears on occasion. It’s a difficult discussion, because she’s ten years old. She’s a child. She’s also an athlete, though—a nationally ranking athlete who trains at least the same amount of time per week as I did when I played high school and college volleyball. So there’s the “you gotta be tough, honey, and suck it up,” aspect of that discussion, and then there’s the pep talk side. “See yourself succeeding. When you get up to do your trampoline routine, visualize every component, and see yourself completing every component to perfection. Don’t see yourself screwing any tiny little part up…because chances are that’s what will happen. Visualize success. Visualize victory…”

 

And then, of course, there is the, “you know we love you no matter how you do” side to things. “You wanna run track? ‘Cuz you are FAST, girlie!”

 

The most important side of the discussion, though, is that we pray in all things for God’s will to be done. It may not be God’s will for Autumn to qualify this year and move on to Nationals. (Although I’d love to take her to California.) He may have something else up his sleeve for my girl—it will all be revealed in His time.

 

She is standing right now on the cusp of something momentous. It is definitely a “make it or break it” time for her—when she swallows her fear of failure and flies instead, or allows her own self-intimidation to bully her into a corner of her own making. I’d love for you, my readers, to be thinking of her today, and sending up a prayer or two for her as she competes. Please pray for her to have strength and grace of spirit, and in all things for God’s will to be done. Thanks—I appreciate it.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. April 18, 2009 9:52 am

    Thanks for the comment. Glad you enjoyed the post. One of these days I’m going to set up a stupid plagiarism stories blog carnival.

  2. hintonrae permalink*
    April 22, 2009 9:16 am

    Great idea–let me know when you do. 😉

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