My dad always told me that he knew I was smart enough to do anything that I wanted and that he would be proud of me if I did what made me happy, even if it meant that my passion was working at Mcdonalds. He was proud of me before I ever did anything because he had confidence that I would be great, if I wanted to be a damn cheerleader he woulda been the loudest mug up in the bleachers.
On a side note, I had to learn to be tough because I lack the filter that keeps my mouth closed most of the time. Can you imagine how tough a boy would be if he grew up as a cheerleader through high school? Probably turn out to be a UFC fighter
