For as long as I can remember I've had a kind of aversion to cheerleaders (let me just stop and say here that I mean no offense to anyone who is or has been a cheerleader, just stating an opinion). I mean, I'm not the girly girl, jump up and down prissy sorta gal. Sorry, but that's just not me. In school I was quiet and conservative and never really felt the need to jump up and down and cheer. And honestly some of those cheers really annoyed me.
Now I'm an adult and get a little put off by professional cheerleaders. I recognize they work hard to know their routines and the things they can do really are amazing. But I just hate hearing the comments guys make to these less than half dress woman jumping around during a game. Ugh!
The other morning I was praying for an attitude change with my husband. Lately I've noticed I've let things slip in the things I say to him and I am bringing him down instead of building him up more often than not. As I was praying I was really trying to avoid saying I wanted to be my husband's cheerleader. It's the last thing I would naturally describe myself as. But then God showed me something I had never really seen before, I had just never put two and two together. Men are not just attracted to cheerleaders for their great bodies and their bubbly attitudes. They are attracted to the fact that someone is cheering for them. That even when they are losing and life gets tough or they are just facing a really hard moment in their life, that their CHEERLEADER is going to be there saying "Go Babe! Go! You can do this! You're a bigger man than that! Hold your head high! You're doing great!" My husband needs me to be his cheerleader. I need to take those pom poms and cheer him on, even when he's down 10-1.
What about you? Are you your husband's cheerleader?