Did you know the Olympics were about sports? I know, I got so caught up in food, and crafts, and even geography, that those athleticky things sort of slipped my mind.
Not our boys’ though. Nope. One hour into Opening Ceremonies they were still asking “When is it going to start?” We just kept answering that it already had. Finally, (no world record’s for parenting adroitness here) we figured out they were asking when people were going to start playing games.
Oh, yeah. Games. Tomorrow.
So, like the Olympians we too let our games begin last Saturday. Since then our little sports have pretty much kept us honest with at least one event per day. We’ve had running races, biking races, basketball, cricket, archery, and shooting. We’ve enjoyed the thrill of victory, and the agony (and whining) of defeat. We’ve learned the rules to games most people don’t acquire from books. We’ve handcrafted our own tools of the competition.We’ve taken games we loved, modified them with a slight jump of the pitcher and addition of really young players, and referred to them by their Olympic, and excitingly buggy monikers.We’ve given medals for cuteness.
We’ve learned the national anthems of China, Australia, Great Britain and the good ol’ USA. We’re cheering on our teammate from Brazil so that one day soon he too can hear his national anthem sung loud and clear through the screendoor on YouTube. We’ve worn our medals with pride, and noticed that while our comrades in London have purple ribbons around their necks instead of blue, they have still have lids, just like us.
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