Thursday, August 4, 2011

Dutton Swim Team

In the town where we live, swim team is really big, or should I say gigantic. Everyone I know has their kids on swim teams, and they live up at the pool several nights a week. My husband and I aren't "swimmers." We never have been. I didn't grow up with swim team, and neither did he. Maybe that's why we are a family of non-swimmers? LOL
Recently, my four year old has learned to swim. I'm so proud of him it's ridiculous. We have tried swimming lessons at several different places, and each time he clung to me like glue. He either: (a) wouldn't get in the pool at all OR (b) I had to peel him off of me and drop him in kicking and screaming. Not fun at all. My oldest child was the same way, but peer pressure helped him. Of course he is the child that can be bought, so there you go.
There are many things as a mom that I can forgo, but swimming is not one of them. You need to at least know how to swim enough to get yourself out of a dangerous situation. This I can do, but I am pretty sure I couldn't swim several laps in a row right now if you paid me. I don't care if he isn't on the swim team, or never wants to be. Frankly, it will keep me from living at the pool during the summer which I am totally okay with. But to see him today put his entire head under, kick those feet, and flap those arms, (he has my beautiful form) makes me so proud of him. I'm going to buy some dive sticks and swim team warpaint and take him tomorrow to the pool and let him go at it. Go Dutton Sharks!

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