I just finished my 5th year coaching college cheerleading. (Geez, how fast did that happen?!)
I wrote about coaching for the first and only time three years ago, but everything I said then still holds true today….plus some.
I won’t lie. Sometimes I get mad at my girls. I get downright frustrated. And I’m sure they sometimes feel the same way right back at me (or us, because I coach with my best friend). Sometimes I get home and I scream about how ridiculous something went at a game or practice. But I know they do, too.
I get frustrated because they may not learn something like I wanted them to. I get frustrated because they were in pissy moods. I get frustrated because I was in a pissy mood. I get frustrated because when they don’t communicate. I get frustrated when they act immature.
I get frustrated, but I still think I learn more from them than they learn from me.
And they surprise me everyday. Pleasantly so. I’m surprised when all the stunt groups don’t get something, but they still support the one group that got it. (That’s not always the case.) I’m surprised when girls open up with me – even being relatively close in age – and I learn more about them because they’re amazing young people.
I do get frustrated, but it’s all worth it in the end. I’d like to think I’m shaping young lives, but the fact is…they’re shaping mine. And I’m so thankful for that.
I’ve been teaching in one way or another since I was young – whether it was having a younger brother, being the captain of a team, teaching swim lessons, or coaching – it’s the way I (try to) pass something on.
But maybe it’s because I’m getting something passed on to me.
I learn new lessons everyday. And I can’t wait for tomorrow’s.