Have you seen that Olympic commercial on TV about moms? The one that shows moms from all different cultures waking a child before dawn, feeding their little sleepyhead breakfast, driving to practice, being at every competition, sticking it out through the disappointments and at the end, the child – the accomplished athlete – finishes victorious and hugs mom with fierce, triumphant abandon?
You can watch it here. This is the 2 minute version and it’s beautiful.
Everything about it rings true. In 2 minutes it shows exactly what it takes to raise a child to greatness.
Mama, you are the one who will see the spark in your child. You know it’s there and you will fan that tiny spark into a flame. And that flame will erupt into a roaring fire if you are one thing:
There isn’t a child on planet earth who willingly wakes up at 4 in the morning to go to practice 5 days a week. But, a relentless mom will wake him, feed him, drive him/get on the bus with him, wait for him, and bring him home again. Then repeat it tomorrow, day after day, week after week, year after year.
When I watch the Olympics this summer I know that for every 14 year old on the balance beam, there’s a mom who got her there, who was there through the years, the tears, the injuries, the triumphs and the setbacks. When her daughter didn’t want to practice, she insisted. When well meaning friends said why don’t you give her a rest or, you’re pushing her too hard, she persevered. When money was tight because lessons, equipment/uniforms are expensive, she got creative and got a part-time or second job.
Because she saw the spark.
She knew greatness was in her kid and she knew there would be a cost because anything worth having costs. She also knew greatness doesn’t appear out of nowhere. There’s a price to pay which is why we don’t pursue it for ourselves OR our children. It’ll cost ya, mama. They will say you’re crazy, they’ll talk behind your back, they’ll wonder what makes you think YOUR kid is so great, they’ll be jealous.
But in spite of all that it’s worth it to raise a child to pursue their dreams with passion. It’s worth the blood, the sweat and the tears. And there will be all three, I promise.
Just imagine if we all had a relentless belief in our children’s future. What if we were willing to enter the life of relentless routine? What if we had relentless love to see what nobody else sees and to relentlessly believe? What if we, moms, moved out of the land of ‘good enough’ and entered the world of ‘what if’? What if we believed our kid had greatness living inside. Because they all do you know. Somewhere, if you look hard enough, pray and believe, you’ll see it. Maybe your child isn’t an Olympian but maybe, just maybe, he is.