Sunday, August 24, 2008
at 12:00 PM
"If you win the gold medal, you get... A GOLD MEDAL!!" exclaimed my 3 year old as she bounced happily on the mini-trampoline.
They were entertaining themselves, thankfully, while I tried to organize closets and drawers in preparation for the first day of school.
My children are enjoying the Olympics and have been hooked since the opening ceremonies. Saturday, they turned our living room into their makeshift gym and "competed" for their medals. Handmade medals of course.
They even pretended they were on a break, got on their sweatpants (despite the 96 degrees outside) and had a healthy snack of green apples with peanut butter and honey, red pears with Laughing Cow cheese, almonds, and our favorite brown sugar ham.
*cue the USA National Anthem*
God love 'em. There's something so adorable about my girls playing well together, using their imaginations, being active, and goin' for the gold.
I love hearing their uncontrollable giggling. And whatever it is that's so funny sounds like complete gibberish to me. They make no sense to anyone but each other.. they get each other. I can imagine them as adults, cracking up at inside jokes and sharing secrets.
I am proud of my girls, for everything that they are and will become. Who knows if they'll become Olympians, doctors, accountants or stay-at-home mommies, whatever they choose, they will give it their all and I will be cheering them on.
I'd just be returning the favor.