On Saturday, December 12th, 2015, when arriving home around ten o’clock from a long wrestling meet that lasted till around nine o’clock, I got home, then ate dinner, and then went on the couch to relax. My mom complained “You’re always so tired after wrestling and you come home so late. ” After a little conversation, my mom got to the point where she admitted “I don’t want you to do wrestling. ” Prior to when she said that, on the way home, my stepfather also admitted “Your mom and I have been talking about how you should quit wrestling. ” Eventually during the conversation my mom and I shared, it all made sense.
I knew I wasn’t ready to give up wrestling because of what i think it means to me, but of course I started crying. This is that moment when you feel like you didn’t do anything wrong, but soon you’ll be told why. My mother explained, “You come home so late that you don’t even have time to do your homework or do the chores! ” In my head was thinking about why I think I should still do wrestling, but arguing with my mom is like playing chess with a pigeon. It’s as if I were trying to make a a move, but she keeps on flying with my chess piece. As I look back to this moment I could’ve said better things to say.
The next day it was Sunday, eventually in the evening we continued this conversation, I “I am still doing wrestling. ” My mother and I continued the conversation and she agreed “If you can raise your grades and sleep when asked, you can wrestle. ” I know I can do it. I just have to get with the flow of balancing my time for everything. I agreed to it. Then came Monday, Tuesday, and finally Wednesday was when things started getting difficult. I kept on telling myself that I can finish all my assignments on time, but it isn’t exactly happening. On Wednesday, I had a wrestling match.
I was very stressed thinking of all the things I still haven’t done like my assignments and having to eat a little less for staying in my weight class. I just was ready to start winter vacation. After I wrestled the match, my mother picked me up at around ten-thirty and we had yet another talk about wrestling. We got home, I ate dinner, same routine, and she argued “On school nights how are you going to do homework, you can’t even eat?! ” I did eat my dinner, but in an exhausted manner. After my carb loaded dinner with desserts which I can’t eat too much of, I got up to sit on the couch with my mother and baby brother.
I love to spend time with my baby brother, but it’s a new thing for me to do with all that I’ve been doing. My mother expressed, “Starting tomorrow you are not going to practice. ” I agreed only because I realized that I still had many assignments I was falling behind on, and how I can miss practice for this time of the year when everything for school is due. After school on Thursday, I talked to my coach about it, and we agreed. My coach mentioned, “If your mom doesn’t want you to do wrestling because of not having time for schoolwork, you’ll have to really prove to her you can.
We have a lot of down time during meets, so you can bring your homework to the matches. ” I know I can make this happen because if I was able to get straight A’s during dance season, I can do it during wrestling. When my mom picked me up at around three-fifty, after the talk with my coach, I got home and had myself a two hour nap afterwards. I woke up to some fragrant dinner made. I was thinking of all the assignments I had to catch up on while eating. I couldn’t work on my assignments in the kitchen like normal because I couldn’t concentrate with the movie my family was watching; not that I’m blaming them.
Anyways, I went upstairs to the bonus room which is now my stepfather’s office. I started working on an essay due the next day. I had a rough draft made, but I decided it didn’t go with how I was feeling with everything going on. I decided to write the paper that would prove to my mother why I should continue to do wrestling. I had many ideas that I wrote down like quotes that apply, but I didn’t realize till after I wrote the ideas down, that I was wasting too much time thinking of what to write than actually typing the paper.
I thought about the people that made me realize that I want to continue to wrestling. I got the sense of why wrestling can help me learn things that I can use for the future. “It’s that kind of sport where you look in the mirror and you either see a winner or a loser” I was told from a wise man I met at a wrestling match. Learning to be confident is part of winning or losing a match. Usually whoever put more hours of work into wrestling, it’s a most guaranteed win. But everybody makes mistakes and that’s when part of confidence comes in. Wrestling teaches many things that other sports doesn’t always.
I think it’s one of the hardest, but most rewarding sports anyone can participate in. “Always improving” my coach always tells me. Like in writing my teacher explains, “It’s never finished; it’s just due. ” I’m starting to fathom how wrestling applies to many things in life. I’m just have to prove to my mother that wrestling will be tough at first because I just started, but as soon as I start getting the hang of things, my wrestling and school life will get easier. If I’ve learned anything it’s that wrestling will start to make you believe your life is easier than you think if you just believe in yourself.
