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12 March 2017 @ 11:29 am
Some Men Lift Weights, Some Men Lift Cheerleaders.  
In the midst of my flu-induced haze Friday evening, I had just enough presence of mind to check the results of this year's cheerleading tryouts. That's right. Cheerleading tryouts. Both of my sons made Tascosa High School Cheerleaders for the second year running. If you thought I was shocked when they told us that they wanted to try out last year, I was even more surprised that they'd want to do it again this year. But they really love it. They both say, "It's the most fun sport" they've ever done. They've been taking tumbling classes this spring, and are committed to Cheer like they would be football or baseball or basketball. And as I checked the results, I was both thrilled and filled with a rather large sense of dread.

Because being a guy cheerleader in a Texas public school is like dangling raw steak in front of a hungry lion to the bullies.

(Aaron with his flyer)

Now let me preface, my younger son was the one who said he wanted to try out for cheerleader first. He'd been injured several times in football, and the doctor said that every time he got sacked, his back was just going to get worse. So the doctor suggested a non-contact sport. So he and some of his friends thought it would be fun to try cheerleading. The friends backed out (shocking) and he was the only one at the mandatory meeting. My older son, who'd had two hand surgeries that kept him from playing his beloved baseball, happened to be with me when we went to the meeting, he took one look at the dozens of pretty girls in the room and said, "Yeah, I'm doing this, too."

(boys, homecoming)

So then we had to tell my husband, arguably a very manly man, even with his BFA in Theatre Arts, that his two sons wanted to be cheerleaders. To his credit, Nolan replied, "I think that's great. I would have done it when I was in high school, but I didn't have the guts."

What was unspoken in that statement, was that my husband couldn't have taken the teasing that went on from his classmates because they'd chosen something out of the norm for a teenage boy.

And the teasing, my friends, is merciless.

I think it would be easier if the people making all the snarky comments were kids my boys didn't know. But it's their friends. Friends that they've had for YEARS. The people doing the bulling are ones that they've grown up with, and now that my sons don't fit in their picture of what a high school age boy should be interested in, are mercilessly mean. The bullying has been anything from verbal abuse, questioning their sexuality to physical assault, resulting in two of the bullies getting ISS. Even the doctor that did their physicals the first year made a joke, "You trying out for cheerleader?" When they replied yes, a little wind was taken out of his sails. And I was furious.

These actions make it very hard for me to love these bullies like Jesus would. In fact, my feelings towards these bullies are more "Jesus in the temple with the moneychangers" than "Suffer the little children unto me."

So it would seem my sons are stronger than my husband, and stronger than I am, because after the verbal beating they took in the past year, I certainly would have quit. When I asked them why they didn't, one of them replied, "You said quitting is habit forming."

(Ethan with his awesome tennis playing girlfriend)

That I did. So, I suppose that my boys will be stronger men when they make it through yet another year of being male cheerleaders. And being strong men of God that rise above the bullies of the world is what we've raised them to be. But it makes my momma heart hurt. All I can do is lift them up, support them from their home base and pray that the bullies get healed of whatever pain is causing them to lash out.

(Me and my sweet boys)

But if the bullies do it in my hearing, I can't make any promises that I'll be as strong as my boys are.

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mollywheezy: ncis yaymollywheezy on March 12th, 2017 05:07 pm (UTC)
Good for your sons, and good for you and your husband in supporting them in what they want to do.

I will be praying for all of you for strength and peace to withstand the bullying, rise above it, and gain something good out of it.

I am betting their friends who are teasing them are jealous that they don't have the fortitude to go out for cheerleading and are missing out on being surrounded by dozens of beautiful girls on a daily basis. ;)


Mala13oct on March 12th, 2017 06:47 pm (UTC)
I think that your boys are amazing. I love the fact that they are doing something that they enjoy despite the fact that they are getting so much of unfair grief for it.

I also congratulate you and Nolan for bringing up such sensible, level headed, wonderful boys. As for the bullies. Well, yes. I admire your restraint. My little boy is getting bullied rn and the urge to turn into a vengeful bitch on the war-part is very strong. You're a better woman that I am Carrie.

*hugs* Also Happy Birthday Aaron!! I can't believe that he's 15 already. Ok, I know I sound like a old fart here, but I remember him being this little kid just the other day. Wow. Time does fly.

*hugs* Just coz you're awesome.