Confession: I taught swim lessons for five years, but I CANNOT TEACH MY KIDS HOW TO SWIM. Side note: I just looked up the awesome day camp I used to work at, Camp Nashoba, and caught this little blurb during the search, “Developed in 1957 on the site of the Nashoba Indian camping and burial grounds.” Um, WHAT? Did you know about this, Lindsay? We were teaching swim lessons in Poltergeist?
Anyway, it’s been maddening that I can’t teach Hazy and George to swim. Mostly, it’s that I don’t want to force them to try things they don’t want to do. But guess what? That’s what you do when you’re a swim instructor. You think anyone wants to do 100 bobs in a lake on a cold Monday morning? But that’s not what you do when you’re a mom. At least, not this mom.
BUT, we’ve been going to Grammy’s and Oma’s respective pools every week, and yesterday, this happened:
I am so, so, so happy. She still can’t swim with her head above water, but, details.
George has made some strides too.
That was the big highlight of the day yesterday. That, and we got to have my parents’ won tons. You know, the food Hazy chose to eat every day for the rest of her life in a game of Every Day, One Day, Never.
Today, we’re playing, cleaning, and heading off to Westchester to see some friends.
7 thoughts on “Washed Up Swim Instructor’s Daughter Learns to Swim Despite Mother’s Ineptitude”
Congrats Hazy!!! I had the same swim lesson issues as a former instructor, had to enlist a different instructor to make any progress. And westchester new york? Come see us too! 🙂
How far are you from Grandview on Hudson?
There’s nothing more precious than making memories with grandma.
You make me laugh. My Father-in-Law is from the Philippines. I live for his homemade egg rolls. That and Pancit.