Head Cheerleader?!? THANKS!

Last week, Kailani and her wonderful readers voted 5 Minutes for Mom as Head Cheerleader in the Bloggy Hoss Elections!

THANK YOU so much ladies - what a fun and fabulous honor!

I can almost picture myself looking perky and perfect in a little skirt and knee socks… Oh wait… no… I just saw my reflection in the screen. I am in my pyjamas, with my unbrushed hair falling out of a ponytail, blogging on a Friday night…

Yup - becoming a virtual cheerleader is really my only hope of getting anywhere near those pom poms of high school glory.

But, when I was eleven, I naively held on to the dream.

When I was eleven, I would sneak into my older sister’s closet and pull out her over-sized black and red pom poms. I still remember how heavy they were and the loud swishing sound they made as I shook them in the air. With her book of cheers in front of me, I would attempt to kick and hop and clap my way through the cheers, wondering if I would ever get to follow in her “Keds.”

But, by the time grade eight came around, I realized I was definitely not cheerleader material. I was wise enough to not even consider trying out for the squad. Even with the legacy of an older sister who was once captain of the squad to help win my way on to the team, I knew I would only humiliate myself.

Still, I would watch with envy as my brother’s gorgeous girlfriend donned her cheerleading garb and pranced out to the rugby field. The seventeen year old girls looked like movie stars to me, an awkward thirteen year old.

With confidence and rhythm that I could never have mustered, they belted out their cheers while I went home to finish my homework.

Now, Susan and I are thirty four years old and we definitely can’t be jumping in the air in mini-skirts. But we will happily CHEER for all you fabulous mom bloggers, store owners and site owners. Way to go ladies!!! Keep up the great work - you ROCK! WOOHOO!!!