Cheerleader

I was almost a Parowan High School cheerleader you know.

I brought my mom to the parent meeting and everything.

Though I never put on a uniform or learned any routines, I like to think I embraced the title.

Cheerleader.

It’s hard to be two.

It’s a phrase we say sometimes at our house.

A tiny boy with big emotions.

But one thing helps.

Cheers.

When it’s tough to share or hard to do, we cheer.

We cheer each other on.

And Hank has,

for a long time now.

Hank is an excellent clapper and compliments freely.

This morning after we said our prayers, he looked at me and said,

“Good job Mom!”

Daisy cheered for me.

With our cancer experience it was uncertain if we would be able to have children.

We went into that phase of our lives with hopeful hearts but guarded expectations, expecting some difficulty or delay.

Miracles occurred and Hank came quickly.

Daisy and Brenen, my brother and sister-in-law were already pregnant with their first child.

She was about four months along when we discovered we were pregnant.

Though we were thrilled to share, there was a moment of hesitation on my part.

I was a little nervous.

I didn’t want Daisy to feel as if we were trying to steal the spotlight.

I didn’t want to take any attention away from Daisy’s difficult pregnancy and how excited we all were for that little girl to join the family.

When we told her she cried and hugged me so hard and so fast.

I couldn’t stop the tears from coming either.

There was no hesitation.

No comparing.

She was so happy for me.

Cheering me on.

My mom always gets excited when she sees a Boulevard truck.

She is genuinely happy at the prospect of a neighbor getting a new couch or a new dishwasher.

A few weeks ago, the Boulevard Truck showed up with something for her.

I hope the neighbors cheered.

If not, I know God does.

Nevertheless, be of good cheer, for I will lead you along.
The kingdom is yours and the blessings thereof are yours,
And the riches of eternity are yours. (D&C 78:18)

He is our Greatest Cheerleader.

He comes to the parent meetings with each of us.

And whether we wear the uniform or not,

We should cheer each other on.
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I am sure that makes Him happy.