No I am not the mother of an Olympic gymnast,
male or female-
but I may as well be.
Since the Olympics began
with one of the most interesting,
creative opening ceremonies I have
I have been a blubbering hot mess on the couch.
I cry when they win.
I cry when they lose.
I cry when the athletes are interviewed, and they say gracious things.
I cry during the commercials when they thank their mothers.
I really cry when the camera shows the parents in the stands
holding their breath or hiding their eyes.
And when Missy Franklin , a beautiful 17 year old swimmer from Colorado,
sang the Star Spangled Banner during her gold medal ceremony,
while her parents cried in the nosebleed section of the stands,
I cried even more.
I am exhausted
and exhilarated all at the same time.
Isn’t it wonderful?