"Mom! I need to talk to you about something really important!"
"What is it?" She smiled at how I was literally shaking with anticipation.
"Mrs. Smith told me that I could be the mascot for the football team this year!"
My mom's smile fell into a stark, straight line.
"Why would you want to do that," she asked softly.
"Because! Being a mascot would be cool!! This is the first year the younger kids get a mascot! Plus, I already know all the cheers from helping Robin! They use the same cheers every year!"
"I just don't think it's safe. What if you get hurt? Maybe next year."
"Mom!! Why? How would it not be safe? I would be sitting down!"
"Jennifer, I'm sorry, baby. But the answer is no."
As my dad called from the other room, my mom walked away. I just remember screaming into my pillow and pouting on my bed, watching the ceiling fan spin. Then I heard my parents.
"I just don't see what's wrong with her doing that?"
"She could get hurt, and I....." Mom paused. "Don't you think the other schools may make fun of a mascot that is in a wheelchair? I don't want her going through that."
My dad let out an exasperated sigh, and I think I heard my mom begin to cry.