Being A Cheerleader

A cheerleader has been and continues to be defined as an enthusiastic and vocal supporter. Cheerleading is something that I used to eat, breathe, and sleep. For four years, my weekends consisted of pom-poms, stuck up football players, and team rivalries. Before I was able to cheer on my classmates, I went through a grueling tryout. My mother and father had three children together, with all being girls. Unfortunately, I do not posses memories of my mother and father together in the same house. I do not posses the memories of my mother cooking a meal for her whole family, or a Christmas that was spent with both of my parents. It is so cynical to think that I know both my mom and dad so well, but they are strangers to me when it comes to them
I had to learn to entertain myself and be on my own at such a young age. As I grew up and entered middle school, I made friends who made me realize some of the most valuable life lessons. Looking back, I realized my friendships consisted of a race between me and others. I was trying to catch up to all of the fancy items they were so easily handed. More importantly, I was trying to live their life so I could see what it was like to have a real family. It was difficult for me to achieve these tasks as my mom never had the money to just hand me like so many of my other friends moms did. The hardest part of growing up was not being able to fit into such a judgement filled world. I began to blame this lack of privilege on my mom as she should have worked harder to keep her marriage. I realized if she would have had a college degree, we would not be in such a difficult position. I needed something to distract me from the hate that enraged in me, so I decided to try out for the sport of cheerleading. What better way of getting your anger out than by cheering others on?
As my cheerleading career continued, I began to realize that nothing in my life would be handed to me; I would earn it. I remember at one point of my high school career, a typical day consisted of me working two different jobs while going to school at the same time. At this point in my life, I bought my first car and paid for every bill and expense I conquered. Although my life was starting to fall in place, my mother was still in the same hideous situation. I soon began to realize that my mother did not choose this lifestyle, it was just what God had planned for