Drowning in Testosterone

Tonight, I found myself in the most peculiar position.  

I had inadvertently nestled myself, whilst blissfully snap, snap, snapping away on my camera, between two very crazed high school wrestling teams!  I don't think I've ever in my life felt more surrounded by testosterone.  As I stood there, I had one of those moments where one removes themselves from the situation but is watching oneself in the situation... you know, like you're floating above your own life.  As I looked at myself, my face so resembled the bright yellow emoji  face with the  light blue head, giant white eyes, with hands pressed to each cheek.  You know the one - the one screaming in fear!  

As the last match intensified, my son's entire wildly cheering team crept closer to the spot I had parked myself with my camera, I moved a little.  They got even more excited and crept further.  I moved a little more. Soon to realize though, I was idiotically moving closer to the opposing crazed team of wrestling maniahood.  Thankfully, it all ended before I was literally a sandwich.  Not exactly my idea of the best first experience with wrestling!

I've been a soccer mom, a baseball mom, a softball mom, a basketball mom, a football mom, a track mom, a ballet mom, a lacrosse mom, a horseback riding mom, a cross country mom, but never... a wrestling mom.  In all of the athletic endeavors of my children, I have never experienced anything quite like this.  I guess it's my completely and totally estrogen-filled-mother body that just doesn't understand why anyone would purposely WANT to go out onto a mat and wrestle. Nothing, I mean nothing, sounds appealing about that to me.

However, I must say, that in the past few short weeks since we became part of the wrestling community, my son has shown incredible discipline.  Not just discipline in practice, but discipline at the breakfast, lunch and dinner table.  He has shown a willingness to try something completely new and foreign to him.  Seriously, who are we kidding? How many of us would put on one of these wrestling "suits" (I'm such a newbie I don't even know what they're called!) and bare ourselves  to a crowd of screaming spectators?  Finally, how many high school boys are willing to get on a mat and demonstrate their strengths and potentially their weaknesses to all that are watching? 

So, call me a proud mom, call me biased, call me crazy if you want.  But for now, I'm learning to swim in this sea of wrestling testosterone to support my not-so-little-guy because I am so incredibly proud of his determination and courage!  Sure do love him!