More Than Just A Day At The Olympics

Published in The Ferndale Record-Journal, March 17, 2010

You think about these things. You wonder what it’ll be like to move around in an international environment and see sights you’ve only watched on TV, or seen online.

Well, it was brilliant. It was everything I thought it would be, only with more walking. Which was OK, because, well, it was the Olympics, for crying out loud.

Vancouver was a class act, a shining star. We never wondered which way to go because at every turn there was someone to help with directions. The city was sparkling, people were cheery, and despite the press of humanity (the likes of which I’d never seen), parents weren’t yelling at children, babies weren’t crying, and vulgarities didn’t spew.

I was with my oldest son, a self-proclaimed Olympic addict. He follows the games and their athletes like others follow TV’s “Lost” or “Dancing With The Stars.” I’m not as rabid as he is, but it’s a shared passion. Being there with another Olympic fan, someone who really appreciated the experience, was a thing of beauty.

We followed the festivities up and down Robson Street. We engaged in pin-trading which will probably soon be considered its own Olympic event. We schmoozed with people, and they schmoozed back. We went to see Women’s Hockey—Team Canada vs. Team Finland. The highlight? The spectacular Finnish goalkeeper. Canada took 50 shots. She allowed only five.

The day was sunny, even balmy. The night was clear and provided some good photo-ops of the Olympic Cauldron and the five, illuminated Olympic rings that floated on a barge in Burrard Inlet.

My son is framing my event ticket—something I’d planned on doing myself until he said he wanted to. It’s really the only memento I care about.

But my favorite part of the experience wasn’t Olympic related. It was spending the day alone with my boy.

Some months ago I told him that even though I adore his wife and two children, I wondered if, well, maybe, he could take a day and come visit me by himself. His life in Seattle is a busy one, and I know about young families and parents running as fast as they can to make lives for themselves.

I said whenever he could do it would be fine, and maybe we could go to lunch or something. Just him and me.

He said he’d figure something out and let me know.

Last summer his family came for a visit, and he mentioned how he’d arranged a day when he and I could just hang out together, but it wouldn’t be until February. OK, I said. Just let me know when. I knew he was busy and I could wait.

Then he told me. The day would be February 22, 2010. He and I would be going to Vancouver to the games. He’d already bought the tickets.

During our trip last month, I watched him all day. I saw how he lives his life full on, gulping every moment like it’s his last breath. We talked and laughed, remembered times past, and mused about the future. We reveled in our adventure, even looking at each other occasionally and saying, “We’re at the OLYMPICS!”

I noticed the tiny, gray flecks in his abundant brown hair, and it reminded me of the first time I saw that hair and those eyes, 34 years ago. Some things mothers keep to themselves, and with good reason. Stories of “way back when” can wear a little thin with adult children.

But for me, it was all about him, with a side helping of the Olympic Games. It was a culmination of years spent in front of the TV watching events, of conversations about the glory of sport and Olympic history, and listening to the music of John Williams.

Our day in Vancouver was shimmery. The smile is still on my face. I’d hoped for maybe a few hours to chat with my boy. He gladly gave me that, plus a once in a lifetime experience.

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4 thoughts on “More Than Just A Day At The Olympics

  1. Sue Ann my dear friend, I love to read your writings. I hear your voice speaking the words. You let me peak into the you I have loved all these years. keep up the good work. L-

    • Lila.. you always bring a smile to my face.. and into my heart. Thanks for reading, dear one.. and I promise an email to you very soon 🙂

  2. Hey Gravy-girl! Totally loved this OLYMPICS post! The mother -son experience is so marvelous. You’re lucky you’ve got more than one! Write on!!!

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