The Olympic Trials for swimming is running this week. My college coach's son, Dakota, swam out of his mind and placed 6th in the 200 fly, behind you-know-who, the King of Swimming, especially in the 200 fly race.
While he did not make the team, I just feel so proud for him & his family.
Forty years ago, almost to the day I did not make the team also. It is still bittersweet, watching. Life did not end, even tho my dream did.
It's my party & I'll cry if I want to. Celebrate for them, sigh a bit for me, yes, bittersweet seems the perfect description.
Like a moth drawn to flame (and burned) I can't not watch!
During my experience, the tension was something I'd never experienced before or since. I am so thankful not to go thru that as a parent. I think that it would be even worse as a parent than as a competitor.
To watch your child's heart break. I wonder if that is why my parents took me camping during the Olympics back then. I didn't get the chance to watch any of those Olympics. As I type this, as a parent, I think I now understand why we went camping! I never did back then. In fact at the time, in my opinion, it was cruel of them. All my friends who made the team, I never got to see their most special swim meet!
Whew a revelation, don't get many of those, especially 40 years after the fact.