I am an Olympics Games junkie. I LOVE them! I watch the opening ceremonies and weep, I watch the closing ceremonies and weep. I feel such excitement for all the athletes as the parade of nations begins. I hold out hope some athlete from some tiny nation will win a medal. These games mean so much to so many, to those that have trained the best they can given their limited means (I'm not speaking of the US and other such HUGE nations, I speak of those smaller, less wealthy nations). How thrilling for them just to be there!
I look at the mass of humanity all gathered on the field and see so many nations, nationalities, faces, coming together for a common cause and it humbles me. I'm not downing the US, but I really don't get caught up it the medal count and honestly don't care how many medals "we" win versus "them". What brings tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat is seeing all these peoples from such disparate lands and backgrounds, standing together in peace and harmony. These people are not representative of their governments, and truly have nothing to do with their governments' policies and politics. So many work so hard to compete and to prove their worth and it has NOTHING to do with the political machinations of their governments. These people instead join together to represent the HUMAN RACE. We are truly one people and it is such a beautiful and glorious thing. Everyone there is high on excitement and joy, hyped up for their moment to show the world what they're made of.
I understand national pride and the longing to be seen as the best, yet, I wonder what it would be like if I were watching the Olympics as a member of an impoverished nation instead of this beautiful wealthy county I call home. Is there a correlation between a country's success and it's wealth as a nation? I believe there may be. I know this is fairly cynical, yet I can't help myself. After working in the inner-city for so many years, I begin to see poverty in a new light.
Additionally, I get very upset with the medal counting. I think many see anything less than gold as nothing more than trash. How could our country only get a sliver/bronze in that event??? Hello, you medalled at the OLYMPICS!! That's pretty freaking awesome! I get perturbed when I see poor sportsmanship and disgusted looks on the faces of those that came in second or third. Rejoice, folks, you are at the OLYMPICS!! Even if you don't win, you are among the elite in your sport and that is something to celebrate.
My favorite moments are those unexpected moments of kindness, of celebrating the person/people who beat you in your event, of being happy for those that do better than you. You know me and my Pollyanna outlook on life, why can't we all just get along. LOL!
The opening ceremonies were indescribably wonderful and Hannah would have LOVED LOVED LOVED them. There was so much pageantry and majesty, such beautiful costumes and synchronization and oh, the fireworks and dancing. Hannah would have been awed and inspired, dancing around the living room as the music played. I glanced at Lily at one point, and there she was, as "graceful" as her sister, dancing and twirling with the music. I once again cried on the spot. It was so perfect, and yet, so very painful all at once, as truly perfect moments can be.
I longed to have Han here with me to sit in my lap or cuddled at my side as the ceremonies wound down. I would look at her sweet face and see the dazzling feats and costumes reflected in the awe and delight on her face. I would point out the different countries and talk about where each was located. We would have had such fun... Alas, Han was instead dancing with all the beautiful ladies and performing Tai Chi with the crowds there where we couldn't see her. Oh do I miss that Monkey, more and more every day. You know the saying "I love you more today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow"? The same holds true here--I miss Hannah more today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow. How how how can she be gone?? When we watched the opening ceremonies in 2004 I told her she would be almost seven before we had a chance to watch them again. We missed our chance. :sigh:
And, yet, in spite of this heaviness of heart, I know the games will be on and I'll be watching. For me, for the most part, it doesn't really matter what is on, I'm most likely going to watch it, and maybe learn something about a sport I knew nothing of before (curling comes to mind here). Nations are united and a beautiful, diverse pool of humanity has come together to represent their country, compete, and celebrate. What could be better than that? :o)
1. The opening ceremonies. WOW!
2. The dogs got haircuts (I was a bit busy yesterday!) and they look so sweet. :o)
3. Dinner at Pierce's with Nana and Pop. Holy cow do they have incredible BBQ!
4. Waller Mill park. Ahhh! Lil had such a wonderful time this evening. :o)
5. The papillon that was parked in the car next to ours. His name was Gent and he was quite the sweetie. Lil knew he was just like Jewel from "Fancy Nancy and the Posh Puppy" and was quite entranced.
6. My Stampin' Up Idea Book and Catalog arrived from Woli today. I'm SOOOO in love with oh, I don't know, about half the book. I'm not kidding, the stuff is just fabulous. Oh, and I'm considering becoming an SU! demonstrator.
Well, it's 12:37 according to the desktop clock and I know Lily will be up at the CRACK of dawn. Yuck. So, I'm off to find my nice, comfortable bed. :o)