With the weekend behind us, I’ve flown off into Business Land again. The flight was packed with Pittsburgh Steelers fans going home after the big game this weekend. The Steelers won, but only because the guy sitting beside me during the game was wearing his lucky socks. At least that’s what he said every time he rubbed them.
The overhead bins on my flight were filled with black and gold…bags, coats, and even a black and gold leopard printed carry-on that followed me all the way to California.
The best thing about this business trip (besides leaving the snow behind) is that I’m staying with one of my very best friends, Stacey! Since I was traveling today, she graciously offered to write today’s post. You may remember her from The Catalina Eco-Marathon.
Your Cheerleading Section
Guest Post by Stacey
As a parent, I’ve spent a lot of time in the classroom, on the field, in the dugout, and on the court as a coach, team mom, room mom, or just plain fan. In these roles, I spend a lot of time telling kids to cheer on their teammates. I encourage them to give high fives when a classmate achieves a goal. However, the message seems to fall on deaf 7-year-old ears.
I wonder, why don’t the kids always cheer for each other? As I observe the behaviors of children in a team setting I wonder, is being happy for someone else inherent or is it learned? Kids can dress the part of teammate and cheerleader, but at what point does the dressing become something more?
Regardless if it is nature or nurture, it’s important for all people, adults included, to have a cheering section. I have recently realized how much I appreciate it myself. I didn’t know how much I wanted or needed a cheering section until my husband showed his support for my running and marathon training. We have been married a long time and although he has always been my best friend, I never felt more supported than when I found him “bragging” about my running efforts to his friends. I am not Lightning Flash but he was impressed and had to tell the world. It was to the point of embarrassment sometimes because every new person I met through him knew that I was in training. So, my circle of support and cheerleaders grew.
The most recent event when I realized the importance of support was during a marathon when a friend joined me on the trip. She isn’t a runner and was simply there to cheer me on. It was so uplifting. She was there at the starting line, during the race, and at the finish line. Having someone there to take pictures and to be proud of me was really special and meant so much. Knowing that I have a cheering section makes me want to reach even bigger goals, because I know that my cheering section will keep on cheering.
Do you think people are naturally happy for others or is it a learned behavior? Who are your cheerleaders?
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