Seeing the Gold!

It's all about Michael Phelps in our household. The boys are practicing their best butterfly moves in the bathroom.

My favorite is each of them miming Michael's open mouth shout as the relay team won their relay race against the French. It doesn't get any better than the Olympic Games in my mind.

I love the idea of a young person working day in and day out, focusing on exceeding his personal best, out pacing the competition and willing to do what it takes to win. Now the question is whether after the games are over, the media quiets down, and things go back to "normal"...will the spark of desire be alive in my boys?

I had my own Olympic moments. In fact, I spent hours flinging myself around the yard, cartwheel after cartwheel while my best friend held up hand written scores...7.4! I was determined to perfect my gymnastic moves. But at the end of the day, my scrawny arms were sore and my legs crumbled beneath me. Olga Korbut made it look so easy and fun!

It's true. It's why we love to watch the Olympics. All of the winners make their feats look possible and achievable. Today, my Olympic feats are solidly tied to being a good mom!