Thursday, February 2, 2017

Wrestling 101

Austin has met some pretty awesome kids in the neighborhood and at school. Often influencing his want/desire to hop in and try a sport. I won't forget those first few days of school where Austin used to cling to me when I dropped him off in the before school program. A boy older than Austin came up to him and called him by name and asked him to play. I was so impressed. Such a polite kid. I then found out he lived in our neighborhood and then stalked his Mom one day to tell her how well mannered and wonderful her boys were. I'm pretty sure I caught her off guard so early in the morning with a crazy Mom like me jumping in her way, but more often than not should we point out  those amazing things that happen at school. Especially since Austin continues to look up to these boys. Sure enough, their dad is the wrestling coach for Byron Center.

I didn't really believe Austin when he said he wanted to do wrestling. I don't know anything about wrestling but I clearly wasn't looking at Austin in the right light. I thought 'Austin, you are pretty shy when it comes to sports and you're not a big kid'. This sport is one on one, you can't fall back like in soccer when you just watched the mob of kids run around the field. And even though I thought T-ball might be the best option, he enjoyed it, but couldn't wait till the season was over.

Austin waved the wrestling form in my face when it came home from school and I reluctantly signed him up, reminding him he needed to follow through no matter what.

Two practices a week has been keeping us busy for the past few months. Austin had his first scrimmage a few weeks ago and wrestled one of his friends that he practices with often. The boys had to go first in front of the crowd of one other school and our own. Austin won. I was surprised honestly. He scored the most points of anyone that night against an opponent. Then comes the Novice Tournament last weekend. Austin was up for three matches.

Here he is beaming before his first match.

I got down there and tried to take some video but clearly wasn't paying attention to where my phone was pointed as it often was videoing the mat :)       I was screaming and repeating everything Jason was saying since I am still behind on the wrestling lingo. The last I looked, the score was 18-2 and Austin won!

2nd match Austin was set up to go against one of the coaches sons from our own team. I was incredibly nervous since this kid clearly knew more 'moves' than Austin. Austin is determined to get kids over and on their backs, but I kept thinking Austin needs more moves in his back pocket. Sure enough, Austin won his 2nd match.


Austins third match was against a kid a little bigger than him who put up a good fight. I have video of that and he ends up pinning him and winning. 3/3 matches just like that !! So stinkin proud of this kid!

Here is Austin with his first medal!
 Jason inscribed all the details on the back. Austin wore the medal to church the next morning and would tell anyone that looked in his direction about how he is undefeated.

I am so thankful for Austin's determination. Thankful for the young boys that were so kind when they could have left Austin alone during those first few days of school. Thankful for good coaches who devote their own time and energy into the lives of our young people. Thankful that Austin knew that he was also able to win because he has Jesus in  his heart, as he put it. Looking forward to the rest of the season. Oh and Austin did learn more moves...in fact, he has put me in a half Nelson about 20 times since last weekend!!




Sunday, January 29, 2017

Mohair Shawl.....5 years in the making.....

This post is gonna bring me wayyyy back. A little over 5 years ago when I was pregnant with Ava. I was 27 weeks pregnant when I went into premature labor. Scariest thing of my life. I was in so much pain and completely unsure if I was somehow being a baby or if it was real. I went in to see the doctor and they were nervous I had appendicitis. They sent me back across the street to the hospital and was even afraid to call my mom, again I really didn't want to alarm anyone for no reason. Once I got hooked up to the monitors, I was sitting there and out of the blue came real contractions. Not good. Long story short, the contractions wouldn't stop and I had to have magnesium, a drug that could possibly be used to torture someone. I remember feeling like fire was escaping from every inch of my body. I also remember the 'run over by a semi truck' feeling. I was in the hospital for about a week when I was finally released home on the dreaded...bedrest. Someone like me has no clue what rest is. Especially when they really only wanted me to get off the couch for a shower and to go to the bathroom and that was it!

My mom was trying to help keep me busy and take my mind off things. She saw a beautiful shawl in the yarn shop and picked up the pattern and the expensive yet so beautiful mohair yarn. 4 skeins. Casting on 180 stitches for a scalloped edge and then 90 stitches for 80 inches. whew!
 I started making it but if you know the story of me and my bedrest, I ended up not resting very much. I went into labor again at 34 weeks and again hospitalized, although thankfully without magnesium this time. Ava was born happy and healthy at 39 weeks. Thank the Good Lord above.  Once she was here, I had a 15 month old and a newborn and was busier than ever. Jason was building our house and was barely home. I put off this project, time and time again. Tiny needles, difficult to work with yarn, and a million stitches that never ended. It wasn't on the top of my to do list.

I brought it on every vacation knowing that sticking me on an airplane was an easy way for me to have time to myself to knit. This shawl traveled the world so far hitting for sure Italy and the Dominican Republic. I finished the shawl  last week. Ava turns 5 next month. That's one really long never ending project.
 It's got imperfections. Dropped stiches that I didn't fix and increased stitches without noticing. But it doesn't matter. I wasn't about to worry about that. I knew my mom would love it no matter what. Plus, those little imperfections are what make it even better. That's what you end up loving most about homemade items. Or at least I do! I know how much my mom will wear it. And I know how much she will brag about her daughter making it for her. She may laugh and tell them I started it 5 years ago, which might make them think I worked on it all that time, but I really didn't. I wish I would have finished it for her earlier, but I'm glad it's done.  And for all the things she makes for me or for my kids, this was a drop in the bucket to what we owe her!

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