I loved being a cheerleader. There. I said it.
And I would be proud if my daughters wanted to follow in my footsteps and become cheerleaders, too.
I honestly loved it. I cheered for knee-high football leagues from the time I was in elementary school until middle school, and I made the high school freshman squad then spent three years on the Varsity squad. As a senior, I was captain. I spent a ton of years cheering, and I enjoyed every one of them.
I loved the leadership opportunities that cheerleading afforded me. I loved that cheerleading kept me healthy and strong and taught me to work cooperatively--collaboratively--with a group of my peers. I loved the challenge of learning something new, trying out difficult stunts, seeing exciting places, and meeting people from all over our area. I loved feeling like I was a key player in generating spirit for a school I truly adored.
Does that color your perception of me? Does being a cheerleader mean I'm an airhead? DitsyRead More »from User Post: Y-E-S, My Daughter Can Be a Cheerleader if She Wants To