This past Saturday morning I went to The Bay in search of a toque, scarf and mitts from the 2014 Winter Olympics collection. I’d been there a few weeks ago, but hadn’t made the purchases, thinking I’d pop back another day. Turns out that wasn’t the best idea. By the time I got back Olympic fever was in full force and while there was still a large supply of mitts, scarves and toques were nowhere to be seen. So I ended up leaving with mitts and lapel pins instead.
When I got home the 2010 Olympic bears claimed the mittens. Don’t ask me exactly how this happened. All I’ll admit to is turning around and seeing them sitting in front of our large flat screen TV watching the Olympics. One was wearing the right-hand mitten, the other the left. Later that day, after they’d posted for a photograph, they moved from the chair they’d been occupying to the floor in front of the fireplace, and they’ve been there ever since.
If I were to guess, I’d suggest they’ve stationed themselves there for the duration –– with the cumulative day three medal count already at three gold, three silver and one bronze, I’m guessing they don’t want to move even an inch in case they jinx things. I understand this line of thinking, so have no plans to force them to find somewhere else to hang out.
Watching the Olympics is a long-time tradition in our household. The year Kenneth was born the summer Olympics were in Los Angeles. His sleep patterns being what they were as a relative new born (he was a July baby), he spent many an hour learning about sports while Peter took a late night feeding so I could get some sleep. I suspect there may even have been more than a few nights when they stayed up longer than necessary, just to finish watching a race or a soccer or basketball game.
Alas, if Canadian Olympic wear could be purchased at the time, we didn’t know about it, so I don’t have any amazingly cute photos (like the ones that are showing up with increasing regularity on my Facebook page this year) of wee little ones in CANADA sweaters, toques and mitts. But you can imagine, I’m sure.
Yes, Olympic fever is alive in our house. For the next couple of weeks we’ll be captivated by the competition, motivated and moved by the stories, and inspired by the dedication and determination of the athletes, families, coaches and so many more.
And we’ll be applauding, not just the medal wins, but every ounce of effort that it took to make the Olympic dreams come true.