Wrestling season begins tomorrow. For my son, it means grueling workouts, anxiety producing wrestle-offs, tough matches and tournaments and starvation to maintain weight.
For me it means I get to chit-chat with the other wrestling moms about everything from books to cooking to work.
Doesn’t seem fair, does it?
Clutch Cargo Lips 
This is the first I’ve heard of wrestling moms. Not that I have anything against them. I’ve wrestled a few moms myself!
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Heh — there’s a whole culture of “wrestling moms” out there.
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