and That’s When I Realized Why Parents Must Never Be Silent
Today was my son’s sports day.
The ground was full. Children running. Parents clapping from their seats.
And me? Initially, I was sitting quietly. Just clapping.
Trying to look professional and NOT to be “That Over Enthusiastic parent”.
Yes, this wasn’t really me. I am usually the loud Parent who shouts😆
“COME ON!”
“YES YES YES!”
“GO BABY GO!”
I never care who was watching and never care what others thought.
But this year, something changed.
I looked around. Other parents were calm.
Phones held up, recording videos.
Soft claps. Happiness inside. Smiles.
So I told myself: Be mature. Be professional. Don’t overdo it.
My son ran his first race and he came second.
Instead of feeling happy, something felt missing.
I saw the disappointment on his face.
not because he came second,
but because he didn’t hear my cheers,
my loud shouts, my voice.
Then came the obstacle race.
And that’s when I made a decision.
I Walked to the Finish Line, I stood there. And Everything Changed
Before the race even started, I locked eyes with my son.
Yes, he was almost 200 meters away.
He probably couldn’t see my expression.
But vibes matter. Energy matters.
And somehow, I believe he could feel it. 💛
I smiled. I gave him a thumbs-up.
And silently told him: “This is your race.”
The master blew the whistle
And suddenly, I wasn’t silent anymore.
“COME ON!”
“YOU have GOT THIS!”
“HIT IT! HIT IT!”
“JUST 10 MORE SECONDS!”
Voices too loud, adrenaline high.
I didn’t whisper. I didn’t hesitate.
I didn’t care who was watching.
I cheered like a cheerleader loud and fearless.
And I saw it. That fire in his eyes.
That sudden burst of energy. That confidence.
He crossed the finish line. First place.
“Mama, I Got First!” And That Moment Will Last Forever
He came running to me. “Mama, I got first!”
We didn’t do a polite smile. We didn’t do a quiet clap.
We danced. We jumped.
We celebrated like it mattered, because it did.
And that’s when it hit me.
Nobody Will Remember Your Silence
As parents, we often stop ourselves.
What will other parents think?
What will the teachers say?
Will the principal judge me?
Am I being too loud? Too emotional? Too much?
But let me ask you something:
When your child goes to college,
Will anyone remember 2026, that one parent shouted a little too loudly at sports day?
No. Nobody will remember you.
But your child will remember this:
👉 “My mom was there.”
👉 “My mom always cheer for me.”
That memory stays forever.
If their talent, practise, displine and luck is 90%,
Your Cheering Is the Extra 10% That Changes Everything
That emotional push. That voice they recognize.
That encouragement when they are tired.
✨
And, last important thing:
Teach Them This Before Every Race (And Life)
Before the race even started, I told my son something important:
“If you win, I’m happy.”
“If you don’t win, I’m double happy, because you tried it and thats all matter.”
Because children must learn this early:
✨ Failure is part of life ✨ Participation matters
Final Message to Every Parent Reading This:
Don’t shrink your joy.
Don’t mute your encouragement.
Don’t silence your love.
Clap louder. Cheer harder.
Say their name. Show up emotionally.
Because long after medals fade,
long after trophies gather dust,
your child will remember one thing:
“My parent was always there to cheer me on.”
And that, is a victory no one can take away. 🏆
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