Our Gold Medalist: Debbie Phelps

Much has been made of Michael Phelps' inspiring Olympic victories -- the records set, the medals won, the dreams achieved. I join with the throngs applauding him. He seems like a nice young man, and one with a good head on his enormous shoulders. The fact that he was diagnosed with ADHD as a child makes me all the more impressed that he hasn't indulged in the impulsive and thrill-seeking behavior that dooms so many who become famously successful at a young age.

There's also been a fair amount of coverage of Michael's mother, Debbie, cheering in the stands with his two sisters and providing great reaction shots. Like her champion son, she's even getting some endorsement deals: According to a New York Times article, a manufacturer of ADHD medication has hired her to answer questions on its site (though Michael's hardly a standard-bearer for meds -- he took Ritalin for a couple of years a child, then got his mom to agree to let him stop).

They say Michael is the greatest Olympian of all time, and I'll take them at their word. I'd be lucky to get across the length of the pool in the amount of time it takes that guy to swim a race, dry off, and go across the street for a hamburger. I'm impressed that swimmers can just jump off those blocks without getting water up their nose or straying into the wrong lane.

Parenting children with special needs, though, is something I do know something about, and everything I've read about how Michael's mother handled his struggles and allowed him the opportunity to be spectacular makes me want to raise my arms above my head and cheer. Wrap that woman in a flag. Hang a medal around her neck.

When your child has a disability that causes school problems, you're not encouraged to dream big. The Phelpses have talked in interviews about teachers who predicted young Michael would never be able to focus on anything, would never succeed, was anything but gifted. They've talked about classmates who flicked Michael's ears and tormented him on the school bus until he fought back and was scapegoated for it.

How often do parents get the message that kids like this are destined to be losers? That the very most that can be wished for, the gold-medal goal, is to appear to be just like everybody else? What a thing to aspire to! Plain normality. If Michael Phelps and his family had dreamed big of being average, there'd be a lot of other swimmers wearing gold right now.

Michael showed swimming prowess at an early age, fostered by hanging around the pool with his swimming sisters. I wonder, though, whether someone, some school psychologist or case worker or behavioral expert, advised his mother to cut out the swimming to force the boy to take academics seriously. I wonder if someone opined that his focus on water was proof that he could focus on land if he wanted to. I've seen kids struggling in classrooms lose "extras" like music and sports, in which they might have had an experience of success, so as to put all effort into those things they are poorest at. I wonder whether that was ever recommended for this swimming sensation in younger years.

If it was, Debbie Phelps knew better, and how satisfying it must be to look back on those years of bad news and dire predictions and say, "Oh, yeah?" In an interview with the mother and son on NBC last night, Michael described remembering every kid who taunted him at school, every classmate who stole his cap or made jokes about his appearance. He remembers the faces, and he'll remember them if they come around now acting like the best of friends. I have to believe his mother remembers some faces, too. She's a teacher, and now a school principal, and maybe she understands the way things are done. But it's got to be sweet to be proven right in such a high-profile way. Yay!

A little vicarious wish fulfillment for all of us there. And a little inspiration to think about our own children's strengths and gifts, hidden and unexpected as they might be. In that NBC interview, Michael described the way he can visualize a pool and know where he is at all times, how he counts the strokes and knows just what he needs to get to the end of the race even with goggles filled with water. That sort of visual thinking is common in so many kids with special needs, but if they're left bumping up against unfriendly teaching techniques, they may never discover its value.

Michael Phelps has said he's hoping to raise the profile of swimming in the U.S., and good luck to him. He's undoubtedly inspired large numbers of kids to hit the pool in pursuit of their own future records.

But I'm going to take my inspiration from his mom, and try to find the gold-medal interests in my children's lives. I've been getting the "dream small" message from teachers and administrators for too long. Being realistic is good, focusing on reasonable goals is good. But if it blocks you from visualizing success and happiness for your child, and facilitating whatever that turns out to be, it's all wet. Let's try dreaming big for a change, and seeing what we and our kids can do.

It may not involve gold medals or Olympic arenas. But it's sure to be something to cheer about.

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