Olympic Dreams

This weekend Rainbow participated in a provincial gymnastics tournament.  Competitions are never something I particularly look forward to.  While there is the possibility things can go very well, there is also the possibility that might not be the case.  In gymnastics, perhaps in particular, they combine the children who train only as an extracurricular school activity (as Rainbow does), with those who attend a gymnastics academy and apparently train at least 5 hours a week. Nonetheless, my girl was 4th in her school and made the provincials, so off we went to Kensington.

There were many many people there.  And by that I mean other parents were sitting practically in my lap.  As luck would have it, the woman to my left had drenched herself in perfume.  The good news is I have discovered a migraine trigger.  The bad news is that her perfume was it.  So for four long hours, I sat on hard wooden bleachers, getting sicker and sicker as I did.  By the time they got to the awards, I was in very bad shape.

Now before they presented the awards they had a guest speaker – a man whose name escapes me – a gymnast on Canada’s national team who hopes to be in the 2012 Olympic games.  He was injured, so did not perform, but spoke about what the Olympics meant to him, and brought with him a “special object.”  He brought an Olympic torch, and he offered the children the opportunity to have their picture taken with it after the awards.    The potential-future-Olympian then handed out the awards, and I was able to part ways with my fragrant neighbour.

I searched and searched for Rainbow, and she searched and searched for me.  When finally we found each other, we headed out to the van, and to home, where fresh air and medication awaited my throbbing, blurry brain.  And as we journeyed home she mentioned it… something I was too sick to consider at the time… she did not have her photo taken with the torch.

She is heartbroken.  And I am sick about it.

I will never be an Olympian, but I now have an Olympic mission.  I need to find an Olympic torch. I just need it long enough for my baby to be photographed with it.  I really need to find this thing.  If anyone has any suggestions as to how I can make this happen, I’d love to hear from you.  In the meantime, I will add Olympic rings to the visualization wall, and send up a prayer that fate smiles.

Photo and torch by Rainbow 🙂

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2 Responses to “Olympic Dreams”


  1. 1 Liz February 22, 2010 at 10:00 pm

    I ave a couple of leads on some. I should know tomorrow.

    Also, my apologies on the book. Tomorrow. I promise.

  2. 2 Quadelle February 23, 2010 at 7:30 am

    I love that you’re going to try to get her the longed-for photo. I hope you pull it off! 🙂


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