“The most important thing in the Olympic Games is not to win but to take part, just as the most important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle. The essential thing is not to have conquered but to have fought well.” The Olympic Creed.
So, have you been watching The Olympics? I’m very glad not to be in London at the moment, but I have been watching my fair share of TV. Unusual for me, because I’m so very not sporty that I can’t normally stand to watch any of The Olympics.
This year though, I’ve been paying much more attention. I loved the esoteric opening ceremony. We are proud of ourselves, and we don’t care what anyone else thinks…yes, my children are definitely part British.
Of course we support teams GB and USA, but we also have a soft spot for the other places we’ve lived. When I watched all the athletes from all over the world, I thought of all the friends we have in far-flung places, and which of these bizarrely dressed nations I would one day call home.
In our house we are particularly rooting for Oscar Pistorius- a local South African athlete who challenges conceptions about disability. He has a courage, strength and determination that I can already see germinating in my little ones. Different challenges, same spirit.
We’ve been taking part in our own version of the Olympic Games. Pudding is setting a world record in the naked trampolining event. Then we invented a game with pool noodles, a rug, and two bean bags. Essentially we just bash each other. The adults can’t leave the rug, but the kids score by getting on there. They can also sit in safety on the bean bag chair, but getting hit is too much fun to do that for long. Cubby is a natural.
Sometimes we win just by taking part, our struggles are our triumphs, and we fight well even when we don’t conquer. And sometimes it is just about hitting and being hit with a pool noodle until you all dissolve into giggles. That is the kind of spirit that deserves some kind of medal, and I for one am going for gold.