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?
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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