Putting the Cheer Dad to the Test
To some, the “cheer dad” is the guy that drives his kid to practice, goes to the competitions and cheers for his child’s team. That’s fine and all, but some of us are more than that.
I am a cheer dad. But that’s just not enough. Maybe if we capitalize it? I am a Cheer Dad! A little better, yes? I am completely dedicated to my daughter’s sport. Sometimes that dedication takes me to places I never thought I would go.
Our gym recently scheduled a choreography camp. I had to somehow get my daughter to the gym on a Friday afternoon at 3:30, with cheer hair (bump and curls). Okay, our gym is 20 minutes away, my wife and I both work, and my daughter has school. How on earth was this going to happen?
Since my wife works an hour away, there was no way she could do this. I made arrangements to leave work early, grab my kid from school, take her home and get her ready. My daughter does bumps in her hair all the time, so I wasn’t worried. She is actually quite good at it. At the tender age of 10, I’m always impressed by her skills.
I picked her up from school, told her she would have just a little bit of time to get ready…and she told me that she can do the bump, but not the curls.
But wait…I am the invincible Cheer Dad, and I can do anything!
So I told her to get her bump done, and I went to my bedroom with my iPad to watch curling iron instructional videos on YouTube. There is a whole world of instructional videos out there that I never knew existed. Who knew?
Once she had her bump done, I went to work with my newly acquired knowledge. Of course, the videos made it look a lot easier than it actually was. At first, I just couldn’t get it right. I started to sweat. There was no way on earth that I was going to let my daughter down. No way! I kept at it, trying out different curling irons. I finally got it to work, but I wasn’t quite confident that it was right.
We headed to the gym a little early, with curling in hand, just in case my work was not satisfactory, and hopefully there would be a cheer mom on hand to make any necessary improvements. We were the first ones there, aside from the coach.
I asked her to look at my daughter’s hair, with a “look! I did it myself” kind of grin on my face. She said it was fine!
All stress left my shoulders at that moment. Mission accomplished.
I gained much more respect for all of those that do hair on a regular basis. Hair likes to misbehave. You just have to show it who’s boss!
Guest Blogger, Heart of Cheer