Olympic Fever

We watched a ton of Olympic coverage...  to the point that I was glad when it was over just so we could get back to some normalcy.  Milo really enjoyed it this year too.  It was on the television most every night from the time we got home until after our standard bedtime and we realized it is really the first time Milo has been exposed to normal TV with commercials.  We hardly ever watch TV when he is around and when we do, the show is prerecorded so we can skip through what we don't want to see.  He watches his shows either on NetFlix or on-demand which means we have lots of control of the content.  

Milo is such a sweet, gentle soul sometimes and he is still very much affected by sad stories or if he thinks someone is not being treated fairly.  One night Mark and I had both walked out of the room for a bit.  When I come back in Milo was staring at the TV with big, sad eyes.  His little lip was poking out and his eyes were shiny.  He said, "Mommy, she lost her Olympic dream.  How could that happen?  Why would someone take her Olympic dream?"

Those personal interest stories can be gut-wrenching.  I am still not even sure who the commentator was talking about but I almost started crying myself just from seeing Milo be so sad.  I know I can't protect him forever and I don't want to...  well, maybe I do want to but I won't.  I don't like to see him sad but I am glad he has a strong sense of empathy.  I love that big heart of his.