Every time I sit down to write, I am distracted by the sounds of the Olympic theme music and am moved to distraction to sit bug-eyed, staring at the television, with Brian turning up the volume. We are mesmerized my Michael Phelps and his mother, the Chinese divers, the rowing teams, the woman’s marathon, all the volleyball and the re-viewing of the opening ceremonies. The Olympics were a big part of my home growing up. I remember where I was sitting when Mark Spitz won his seventh medal, or watching Tom Waddle run into the Olympic stadium with my dad yelling at the TV, or jumping up and down with my brother in the family room when the US Hockey team won against the Russians in 1980.
I was lucky enough to attend the Summer Olympics in 1984 in Los Angeles. I saw boxing, track and field and some running event. It was fun to experience the camaraderie from the other countries. I especially liked the Koreans. Somewhere buried in one of my trunks is a small pin from Korea. I traded my ear rings with a young girl for it. I have never witnessed a smile so big. It made me wish I had more to give away.
Meanwhile, parents all over the world are wishing that our children find something they love as passionately as the athletes we cheer watching the Olympics.
Because all this getting up at the butt crack of dawn to haul our kids around should lead to SOMETHING!
Sigh, I need to go. Track and field is starting. Besides, I need my sleep. Brian has Water Polo tomorrow…
Until next time-