Kevin had a co-worker start talking to him about a year ago regarding wrestling and how awesome it is for boys. His two boys had been doing it since they were like four and five or something and were now still wrestling in high school. It had taught them hard work, sportsmanship, discipline, etc., etc., yada, yada.
So by fall, Kevin was convinced that our boys should try this whole wrestling thing out as well:). Seeing as I had no objections--I grew up watching my brother wrestle after all--this last November we gave it a shot.
We didn't often (or maybe ever) remember to bring an actual camera, so our pictures of the season are limited, but here is what we did get ...
So what did we think? Well, it was sweaty, crowded (which did not exactly bode well for bringing a toddler),and reasonably time consuming, but it did teach some great lessons. Sure, the ones mentioned above, but the most important was probably how to lose. Losing is just part of life, and in a game like wrestling there is always going to be one "loser". No way around it.
With losing in a team sport (at least at this age/level) you don't necessarily see much crying. But in wrestling you do! I've actually never seen so many boys crying before in my life, which was super adorable. Some would cry through an entire match, some would start crying just in time to shake their opponents hand at the end, and some would run to dad and start crying in his arms once everything was over. It's not fun to get beat, or beat up;), especially after you've just expended every last bit of energy and used every muscle in your body attempting to avoid this fate. But the best part was that the boys would still get out there the next time, even knowing that they might get beat yet again. Absolutely loved that part of it ... which hopefully does not make me sound like a terrible person.
And because of this awesome aspect of wrestling, plus the other great values that come out of it, I think we'll give it another go this next fall. Why not. Just don't expect to see Little J along very often;).
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So by fall, Kevin was convinced that our boys should try this whole wrestling thing out as well:). Seeing as I had no objections--I grew up watching my brother wrestle after all--this last November we gave it a shot.
We didn't often (or maybe ever) remember to bring an actual camera, so our pictures of the season are limited, but here is what we did get ...
So what did we think? Well, it was sweaty, crowded (which did not exactly bode well for bringing a toddler),and reasonably time consuming, but it did teach some great lessons. Sure, the ones mentioned above, but the most important was probably how to lose. Losing is just part of life, and in a game like wrestling there is always going to be one "loser". No way around it.
With losing in a team sport (at least at this age/level) you don't necessarily see much crying. But in wrestling you do! I've actually never seen so many boys crying before in my life, which was super adorable. Some would cry through an entire match, some would start crying just in time to shake their opponents hand at the end, and some would run to dad and start crying in his arms once everything was over. It's not fun to get beat, or beat up;), especially after you've just expended every last bit of energy and used every muscle in your body attempting to avoid this fate. But the best part was that the boys would still get out there the next time, even knowing that they might get beat yet again. Absolutely loved that part of it ... which hopefully does not make me sound like a terrible person.
And because of this awesome aspect of wrestling, plus the other great values that come out of it, I think we'll give it another go this next fall. Why not. Just don't expect to see Little J along very often;).
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