03/19/2026
25+ years ago, I was the only girl on a boys wrestling team… fighting for a spot that didn’t feel like it was meant or made for me. I battled through sectionals and even won a match at districts—against boys—just trying to prove I was good enough to be there.
Fast forward 25 years… and now I’m sitting in the stands at the OHSAA state wrestling tournament next to my 13-year-old daughter, Dallas… watching girls compete for their own state titles.
And I wasn’t ready for what that would feel like. Honestly, it never even crossed my mind until we sat down and started watching—and then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
The emotions hit harder than any match I’ve ever wrestled. I had to hold them back more than once sitting there beside her. (And I’m not one to show too many emotions.)
Not because my journey was bad—my coaches, my team, those years… they were incredible. They believed in me before most people did. My high school wrestling experience, even through a boys team, was absolutely amazing.
But I never got this.
I never got a high school state tournament.
I never got to walk into an arena where girls like me had a place.
I won big tournaments. I won PanAm games. I chased national titles. But nothing prepared me for the feeling of sitting next to my daughter… watching her step into something I only dreamed about.
She doesn’t have to fight for a spot.
She already has one.
And maybe that’s what hit me the hardest.
Because what felt impossible—or not even a reality back then… is her reality now.
And I’d do it all over again—every hard match, every doubt, every moment of having to prove I belonged—just to sit in that seat next to her and watch this new era unfold.
This one meant more than any win ever could.