The downside of the Olympics
I love the Olympics. Especially the summer Olympics. My girls are at great ages to watch and have been glued to the TV.
There has been an unexpected result though. All three of them have decided that dad and I basically ruined their lives when we opted for swimming as the chosen sport. Apparently they wanted to be gymnasts. So much so that they are ready to quit swimming and spend all their days in the gym. They have even put together a bit of a home study program. They have mastered back bends on their own in just a week. They truly believe that they could be doing flips and leaps in four years at the Olympic level. I don’t have the heart to tell them that the gymnastics ship has already sailed. Grace also happens to be 5’7″ at the age of 12.
I suspect their are gymnasts all over the world drooling over Ryan Lochte and envious of Katie Ledecky. They are begging their parents to take them to the pool.
In their hearts I know they love swimming but I also know how they feel. During the winter games I go to bed with dreams of becoming a snowboarder. Which is pretty funny because I despise snow. But man that is a bad ass sport!
The Olympians all inspire our children. Hard work and determination pays off. I bow down to the greatness of them all.