I am an unlikely wrestling mom. I had never been interested in the sport nor did I have any intention of ever being involved in it. When I first started attending matches I couldn’t tell you who was winning, why they were winning, or what it meant when the ref in the center of the ring kept raising his arms. But, my husband grew up in the Midwest and he and his brothers all wrestled in High School. When we had our boys, that became a language we spoke in our home. We became a wrestling family.
Two years ago, my youngest son was a senior in high school. He was captain of the varsity team and this was the time that all of his wrestling dreams were going to come true. He had worked hard for many years and was excited to accomplish some big goals that season.
Let me tell you about the first duel of the year. It was a home duel at our high school gym. We walked in and we couldn’t believe it. It was amazing! There was a giant crowd of people. Normally at a wrestling event there are about seven spectators. This duel was with a rival high school that was just down the street. Everybody was local and there was a huge crowd in attendance.
Now, something fun that happened when it was a home duel was that each wrestler got to choose what was called a “walkout song.” It was a way for the wrestler to communicate to his opponent “Hey, I’m going to walk out, shake your hand, then I’m going to crush you!” Kids normally chose high energy songs like “Make Way for the King” by Ohana Bam. It was a total pump-up moment.
The duel began and the points were close. Our wrestler would win a match, then the other school would win a match. The wins went back and forth so the team points were tight. We finally got to the 170 lb. weight class, which is what my son wrestled, and the nerves kicked in. He needed to not only win his match, but he needed to pin his opponent to get the most points for his team.
We were eager to hear what his walkout song was going to be. So, as my son approached the center of the mat, instead of hearing a heavy beat, high energy song, we heard delightful guitar music filter through the loudspeakers and John Denver’s silky smooth voice sing “Almost Heaven, West Virginia…”And the crowd literally laughed. Everyone in the crowd started laughing because it was such an unusual choice. If you panned around the gym, you would have seen everyone giggling, and then if you stopped on me, you would’ve seen that I was crying. What they didn’t know and what you don’t know is that this song had special significance to my family.
We have a daughter who is two years older than my son. She left home about six months prior, was living in West Virginia, and would be there for 18 months. And then, before she got home, he would be leaving home and would be gone for an additional two years. So essentially these two kids wouldn’t see each other for about three years. They are extremely close and missed each other terribly. This walkout song was an homage to his sister. It was his way of keeping her there with him and the connection between them strong.
Anyway, fast forward, we got down to business, and the match started. In wrestling there is something called blood time. If the referee sees that one of the athletes starts to bleed, he will stop the match and helpers will come in, stop the bleeding, and wipe the blood from the mat and the athletes. Oftentimes during the pause in the action, the announcer would play the walkout song again to entertain the crowd.
Now, for whatever reason there seemed to be a lot of blood time when my son wrestled. He enjoyed a good cross face. This match was no exception. His opponent got a bloody nose, and they stopped the match to clean everyone up. They started playing John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads” song again and the most amazing thing happened. This time, instead of laughing when it got to the chorus, everyone started to sing! The home team fans, the opposing team fans, the wrestlers, the concession stand workers…everyone! You could clearly hear the words “Country roads, take me home. To the place I belong!” And they got loud when they sang the words “I BELONG!” I looked around and it was an unexpected magical moment in this sweaty, hot gym.
There was something about this event that spoke to me. Moments before everybody was riled up, yelling, and divided. This song somehow brought everyone together. I realized that the thought of going home and belonging strikes a chord deep within each of us.We all want to belong. We want to belong to something or to someone. To a cause, to a group, to a family. It was a beautiful reminder that in a world that is often divided, we can all create a place of belonging.
I learned that lesson in a dark, sweaty gym full of high school wrestlers and their families. A most unlikely place.
– Michelle Westerlind
Michelle Westerlind is a mother, grandmother, and wannabe Netflix baking competition contestant. Her college-age kids keep her young by taking her on their climbing and canyoneering adventures. She and her husband of 27 years can be found most weekends mountain biking in the hills above their home.