My dear friend has officially become a Momzilla. I'm telling you, beginning skating competitions bring out the reptile monster in even the most strong-willed, grounded people.
My friend's transition was marked first by her Jeff Gillooly moment, when she felt a fleeting, yet definite urge to club the older girls who performed illegal elements when skating against her 2nd grader. Lest the moment was a fluke, my friend later found herself glaring at the Momzilla of the kid who won the event, when they were reviewing event photos later. There is no question. A new Momzilla is born.
I think it is so interesting that basic skills, beginning-level events arouse these primal instincts among parents. The parents at higher-level events seem to be so much more composed. Maybe it is just that they are more practiced at camouflaging their psychoses. But I'll tell you; anyone will be hard pressed to find another sport in which the most elementary level of competition is suffered to such an excruciating degree by parents.
My own kids have recently started a team sport in addition to figure skating. I swear, this kind of craziness does not seem to appear in that setting. More to come...
In the meantime, let the world welcome one more Momzilla into its fold. This, at least, is a Momzilla with self-awareness. Let's hope that she stays that way. Still, there are at least two more competitions in which her child will participate this summer. We'll see how it goes. Secretly, I'm hoping that she manages to actually breathe fire (not directly on anyone, of course). While it would be another sad commentary on our sport, it would certainly be reportable in medical journals. Plus, there will be more to blog about. As any self-respecting writer can attest, that is always worth something.