My little guy with arms folded behind his back waits patiently for his number to come up and his match to begin. Wrestling is a sport that you love and hate all at the same time. It is so full of highs and devastating personal lows that as a Mom it can be very difficult to watch, especially when your son is little. My nephew who is 6 has just begun his wrestling career. His first tournament was full of tears. "That boy played too rough" he told me between sobs after having been pinned. Later that morning they announced his name over the loud speaker as a third place winner, among all the chaos and noise. He would be receiving a medal. "I won, I won, I won!!" he shrieked, jumping up and down, arms in the air. He whooped with glee and then did a sprint around the mat he was, on dodging other wrestlers and coaches and fist pumping the air overhead. "I'm getting a medal, I won" he exclaimed to anyone who would listen. " They called my name!!!" It was the most simultaneously hysterical and heartwarming thing I think I have ever seen. If only I had my camera set to record.