The Life of a Cheer Mom

Those of you who have known me for a while will understand that the pictures I am about to post are some sort of karmic retribution for my high school years. However, I am learning a major lesson about parenthood. What my child loves may have nothing to do with what I love. And what matters is that SHE LOVES IT. I have never seen my daughter happier than in the middle of an all-out, veins-popping-out-of-her-neck, throat-lacerating cheer. Thus begins the next era in the Emma Saga. Enjoy.