Lola loves to swim. She loves it so much that she asks, daily, if we can go swimming.
Well, we don’t live in a town with a community center, but we are fortunate enough to have the chance to go to open swim at the high school from time to time. My one (tiny) complaint is that the open swim hours are not exactly working mom friendly. Like 7-9 p.m. Fridays. When her bedtime is 7:30 p.m. And 1-3 p.m. when her naptime is noon. But that is my problem, not theirs (the school district’s). We just keep her up later than unusual and let her operate on adrenaline while splashing around.
Always, it is a great time.
Yet, my little Miss Independent hates that she is constricted. She hates that I hold her and guide her and move her around.
“No mommy hold Lola!”
“Lola do it!”
“Mommy, let go!”
So, well, I did. I let her sink. Only to where the water covered her mouth and nose for a split-second, and then caught her again, lifting her above the water with a smirk meant to say, “See, that’s why Mommy holds on.”
Instead? Lola loved it.
In fact, she spent the next ten minutes or so hanging onto the wall and dunking herself. She would only cover her mouth and face, but she was so proud of herself.
“Lola like underwater!”
Of course, then she got a little too into it. And she dunked her whole head. She came up very upset, asking for a “othcoth” (translation: washcloth). And I just helped wipe the water from her face and explained that the fun of swimming is getting wet. It happens. She was OK, and soon went back to dunking herself. Halfway in.
Still, I would like to find her some floaties or a life jacket, just so she can “swim” without needing me to hold her. It is just the wrong time of year.
We only get to the pool once every three weeks or so. I have to work and the times do not always work for us.
But, as expected, the first thing she said this morning when she woke up was, “Mommy swim with Lola today?”
- Bethany :)