…asks sweet Keagan as she sits in my car and waits to go into the state swim meet. The one she couldn’t swim at because she was recovering from surgery from a torn ACL. The one that she got up early, missed school, and came to CHEER at. That one.
Sometimes you show up when it’s so hard to do. You are cheering on the outside but it’s not because it’s what is easy. Cheering is a choice. Cheering is a choice. Yep. That’s what I’m learning in my 47 year old life more than ever.
Sometimes cheering looks like dyeing your hair purple and wearing fun overalls. And making cards and bringing Pom poms and straight up screaming. That’s the “easy” cheering.
But sometimes cheering is the texts sent to encourage. It’s the hugs and reminders that there is so much more than the moment we are in. That’s the easy cheering technically too.
Until…
Until that reminder is for yourself and you can’t see past the moment you are in. Who cheers then?
How do we cheer for others when we can’t see it for ourselves?
The best way out? Is through. To cheer when you don’t know that your ACL will heal, your migraines will ever go away, your family member has turned from faith, your heart is still broken from the loss of a parent 30 years ago…whatever your moment is, nobody is immune.
And so we all chose to cheer. To know that when others rise that hope gives us hope.
So yes sweet Keagan I will blog again, because my heart needs the reminders too.
Here's to many more. Cheers!
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