Olympic Crying Mother

No I am not the mother of an Olympic gymnast,

or swimmer,

male or female-

but I may as well be.

Since the Olympics began

last Friday

with one of the most interesting,

creative opening ceremonies I have

ever seen,

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?