I know it has been almost 2 months since my last blog, but it is wrestling season. ;} But I have found a subject that I can no longer ignore. As you may all know, D'Kota is addicted to wrestling. I think, after much study of this phenomenon, I have discovered that it is hereditary. From his father of course! I was not sure of the extent of his addiction until this year. Huntington started the year with three wrestlers. One's mother told him no, so his year was over. The other one, Eldar, hurt his shoulder and the Dr. said his year was over. That left D'Kota, "the only". That boy is "the only" a lot here. But he went into this year as a Freshman, knowing that most likely he would get his butt handed to him many times. He is a big boy, as many of you may not have noticed. So he had to wrestle in the 215 weight class. Not too many Freshman in that weight class. Heck! There are not many Sophomores either. So that leaves Juniors and Seniors, butt kickers. But each time he got on that mat, he done it pushing himself to learn and be a better wrestler. Now many of you may not know that Eric and I have had many "discussions" about wrestling and how we each view this sport. I am more of a team player and have a little disagreement with Eric about whether it is a good sport. But this year I have learned something from not only this sport but my son who is growing into a man before my very eyes. He has had his butt handed to him a couple of times, but each time he does, he has not once wanted to stop wrestling. Yes, he has handled it not so well once or twice but still to this day, stepping out onto that mat again and again. Each time, wrestling to win. And many times he has. (Note, the pictures. Don't worry, I have many more pictures of him wrestling if any of you would like to see them. The wins and losses.) At one match we learned that there are other teams that watch for him and hope that he comes to the matches that they are at. Just so they can cheer for him. They have given him the name "The Lone Ranger". And they cheer harder for him than they do their own team mates. A team of one. Sorry Army, but I think someone has you beat. 
Each match is a hard one for him. He only has his Dad to practice with and now that he has broken his Dad, he only has that face in his own head of his next match. But still, onto that mat. It is getting around that he is the only member of the Huntington High School wrestling team, and people are watching him more now. I hope that does not make it harder on him, but for some reason I do not think it will. He has shown his mother this year that he can handle being "the only" in a lot of things. As any man/child will do, he flip flops between being a child and a man. But as this season of wrestling comes to a close, again just before my birthday :[ , I see more and more of the man and less of the child. It rips me in two. One part, sad that my baby is no longer a baby. The other part is one, amazed that "that" came out of me!! And two, grateful that the Lord has let me get to know one of his most elite souls. He is an amazing, wonderful, more man than child, man/child.
I wonder as I look at these pictures of him knowing what moves to do to make this person yield to what D'Kota wants, if he will always know what to do and where to turn to get the results he needs to succeed in everything he does. I hope, as his mother, who has turned into one of those wrestling moms, (Eyvon, you know what I am talking about! I find myself moving around at the edge of the mat "warming up" like him. But at least I am smart enough to stop doing it before too many people notice. I hope.) that I have taught him the things he needs to continue to become the man he wants to be. I just wonder if it normal for a mother's hero to be her own son.
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