Wrestling Mom extraordinaire Caryn Brooks, mother of the legendary wrestlers, Max, Ben and Sammy Brooks, has this to say on the eve of the Granite City tournament: You know you're a wrestling parent when...
You walk into the doctor’s office and there’s no need for a scale, your child’s weight is written in sharpie on his shoulder.
December 31st is the day after the Midlands tournament. I know it’s also something else, but that escapes me.
Beyonce sings about all the “single ladies” and you hear “all the single legs” and wonder why Beyonce has a song out about wrestling?
The smell of wrestling shoes brings back memories of matches rather than makes you sick to your stomach (ok, it might make you sick to your stomach as well).
You know more about rashes than your doctor.
Fargo is where you go every summer instead of on a vacation.
Your first thought when you hear cauliflower is about your child’s ears, not about what you put in your mouth.
Hugs are banned. They only lead to a body lock or double unders and you’re afraid you’ll get thrown.
You don’t even notice how much your butt and back hurt on the bleachers at an all-day tournament because there are some really good matches.
Everyone who steps on the mat with your child looks so much bigger and stronger than your kid, how could they possibly weigh the same?
I know there are more ways to know you’re a wrestling mom (or dad), please feel free to add your own. Let’s see how many we can come up with.