She had been trying out all week to make cheerleader. She’s wanted this bad and worked extremely hard at it. Tons of practice, extra lessons for a year, etc.
She’s 12 and has a lot of emotional investment into it.
I’ve been dreading the moment if she finds out she didn’t make it. As a tiny 7th grader I figured the odds might be against her too. She’s a bit behind the curve on height and while pretty darn good at tumbling and dance - some of her peers are just at another level at the moment.

Today she found out she didn’t make the squad. As she read the message I was ready for a complete sobfest and that I’d need to comfort her for hours. As a matter of fact I was completely sure of it.

Nope. She said that was ok and that she’ll be more prepared next year. And then she went outside and practiced some more.

She’s gonna be all right.