Wrestling is one of the toughest sports out there. It’s grueling, unforgiving, and mentally demanding. But if there’s one thing that makes every takedown, every early morning, and every tough loss worth it, it’s knowing I’ve got you in my corner, Mom.

You’ve never stepped foot on the mat, but you’ve been part of every match.

From the first time I laced up my wrestling shoes, you were there — driving me to practice, packing meals for tournaments, and somehow keeping your nerves in check while I battled it out on the mat. I know it wasn’t easy watching me go through the ups and downs, but you stayed strong, even when I wasn’t.

You’re more than just a cheerleader. You’re my support system, my motivator, my biggest fan. You believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. Whether I came home with a medal or just mat burns and frustration, your words never changed: “I’m proud of you.” And that meant more than any victory ever could.

Behind every early morning weigh-in and every post-match exhaustion was a mom who stayed up late doing laundry, making sure my singlet was ready. Who listened to my rants about losses and celebrated quietly (but proudly) when I won. You taught me that my worth isn’t defined by a scoreboard. It’s defined by my effort, my attitude, and the way I treat others — all values I learned from you.

Wrestling has made me stronger, but you made me who I am.

Thank you for being tough when I needed it, soft when I couldn’t be, and always, always there. This sport taught me how to fight. You taught me why it matters.

Love you always,

Your Wrestler