I don't talk about this a lot, because it kind of pains me to admit it.
I was a cheerleader in high school.
Most of the time, I manage to push this fact into the distant recesses of my memory. And then, I do something to bring it front and center.
Like today. Little grumpy dictator was having a massive meltdown in the living room. I think he wanted yogurt(YOOOO-GUT)or to nurse (NUSSSSSSS) and I wanted to distract him. I started beckoning him down the hall to his room to look at some books.
And then it happened. I broke out in cheer.
L-E-T-S-G-O, Let's Go, Let's Go, L-E-T-S-G-O, LET'S GO!
He stopped in his tracks and looked up at me with his little puffy red face. And then he burst out laughing maniacally.
Hmmmm. Now I have to see what other cheers I can remember. Hey, if I have to live with the shame, I may as well use it to my advantage in deterring tantrums.