My morning started abruptly at 6:13 am. I woke Presley up and told her if she still wanted me to do her make-up, then we had to hurry. We met Skylar in the bathroom and she started curling Presley’s hair by pulling it into a high ponytail, and strategically placing bobby pins to make it super high and bouncy, because anything less would be unacceptable. These mornings with these two are my favorite. After I applied her make-up, Presley grabbed the final touch to her outfit for the day…her oversized orange bow. Presley was picture perfect for her first football game as a cheerleader, and I felt like I was looking in a mirror.

Much to my surprise because of the booming thunder and crashes of lightning, her game wasn’t cancelled. I found my seat on the rain soaked bleachers and watched as Presley and her team mates warmed up their routines while the football players ran their drills while waiting for their opponents arrival. Middle School is such a funny thing. I felt ancient sitting on those bleachers listening to some of the chants that I still remember and watching Presley watch for us after every cheer to make sure we were seeing she was doing an awesome job. It was such a weird feeling being on the other side of the fence.

All of the cheerleaders were in sync, which was quite the opposite for the poor football team. I can tell they were trying hard, but fell to their opponent 0-38…but I mean, it happens.

Watching Presley made me miss the rush of cheering. I missed the sense of control you felt by listening to the crowd recite your words back to you. My favorite part about being a cheerleader was always connecting with the crowd and watching the little girls in the stands mimic our arm motions. It was fun being able to watch Presley and see how much fun she was having with her new friends. I only stayed for the 7th grade game, but as I was getting ready to leave, I looked down and the front row of the bleaches. There was a line of little girls watching the cheerleaders below. They stood in a row and were imitating every arm motion while looking at each other and giggling because they almost had the right timing.

Once again, I felt like I was looking in a mirror because the look on Presley’s face showed me she was so happy to be the role model for the younger girls watching her. Even though their team lost, I feel like Presley learned more than just a new cheer at her first football game tonight.

Steal my look: American Eagle Boyfriend jeans: American Eagle, Kendall and Kylie sweater: Pacsun