I might be repeating another poster because I haven't been able to read the whole thread, but I will tell you that I understand you. Truly. I was you. I am still you. My daughter retired after high school graduation as a L10ish. She'd taken her whole life. I'm still with you. I'm in recovery. And it's been a year. And it is so so hard. I am actually talking to a counselor now because of all of this. It became us, not just her. Our successes, not hers. It's a slippery slope. You'll be me before you know it if you're not careful. I know that, though it should not have, I would be so frustrated by my daughter's injury after injury, watching her go from the "top" to watching others pass her by. Yes, I should have been happy for all of their successes. Yes, I was. But yes, I was jealous as h*ll. And I struggled the entire time with a constant feeling of guilt for almost being happy to see this sweet girl struggle so it "evened out the field" or some other awful thing. I knew I shouldn't feel that way, but then I would anyway...vicious cycle. I would have to swallow it down. And, though her Mom wouldn't be my favorite person regardless, I probably disliked her more because it was, as yours seems to be, a bit of a mom competition too. Probably more me than this mother, but when you're feeling like she's the underdog (and she used to be top dog), anything said rubs you the wrong way. It's jealousy. That's what it was for me anyway. I also remember, when she was younger like your daughter, being way too much of a coach. I too kept up with what she needed to work on and did it at home. I bought the home beam. I wanted to by the home bars.
I know you are reading this and saying "oh wow, I'm not like you, crazy gym mom!" but I promise you, you are headed down that path. Please, no notes. That mom's gone too far already. I see so much of me in what you are saying and I don't want anyone having to go thru the issues I am going through when they are done - whether tomorrow or 10 years from now.
So, I am hoping this doesn't come across as a know it all crazy gym mom, but I'm wanting to spare you. It hurts. It's not fun. Right now you are so wrapped up in it. I get it. I was totally there. I could buy a 2nd house with the amount of money I spent on privates to get her to learn a backwalkover. I know it's incredibly hard, but try to step back now. The longer you stay this involved, the harder it will be.
Said with love and empathy...