L graduated from level 1 of swim lessons. It’s been a long road, and I’m frankly just delighted. It seems like a small thing, and she was beginning to tower over the other kids in her class. It had just become obvious to me that swimming would be a challenge for her. However, I have derived an enormous amount of joy from swimming and being in the water through the years, from just playing at the pool in the summer to swim team to being confident in deep water at Smith Mountain Lake and pool parties and on and on. As an adult, I really feel water aerobics and my weekly swim were incredibly important to my mental and physical health, and I met one of my best friends in Seattle at water aerobics class. Anyway, I’ve watched L gradually gain confidence and comfort in the water, and I see a clear path towards her becoming a confident swimmer over the next several years. (A path paved with bribes and sparkly swimsuits, no doubt.) Now, B is getting old enough to start swim lessons!
I myself have been swimming once a week. I absolutely detest getting in the pool and swimming that first half lap. It’s just torture! After that, however, it’s quite pleasurable. I always preferred breaststroke, but I’ve been swimming freestyle with an eye towards triathlon, and I’ve become so much more comfortable with freestyle. I even tried some flip turns at my last session. They went . . . ok. I ended up with a nose full of water during one of them, and I basically found them exhausting. But it was kind of fun to realize I can still do one, more or less.
My parents are visiting, and H is out of town. My loyal readers will know that the latter has caused me a great deal of anxiety in past. Today, I’m doing fine. A friend told me to try and celebrate the small achievements, and so I’m going to celebrate how today has gone. We’ll deal with tomorrow tomorrow.