The Olympics are wrapping up, so I’m going to take the opportunity to publish a final related post. I was reading over the NPR site this morning and noticed an article about a collection of photographs taken by Jennifer Pottheiser.
The photographs showcase moments from the every day lives of mothers who happen to also be Olympic athletes. The imagery is fairly mundane – especially compared to the flags, the gold-winning smiles, the lights, the cameras of the Olympic Games. As would be expected.
This strange sort of feeling pulled in two directions that sometimes seem to be opposed (career vs. family) has been one that I have struggled with greatly and lived out very imperfectly. I find it very encouraging just to know that these women have somehow struck a balance and have managed to accomplish great things in the process.
Reading through the comments, I noticed one man in particular found it very sad that Olympic dads weren’t featured and felt that they should have been included (in a separate article, at least, if the women insisted on “separate but equal treatment” ! ). While men obviously share an equal responsibility in the care of their children, let’s not forget that birth is an anatomically traumatizing event, one that some women, both historically and today, don’t even survive. To be able to maintain world class athleticism despite such physical trauma AND juggle the time commitment of care for little ones is a feat that can be accomplished by these inspiring women alone.