By the grace of God and the consumption of lots of coffee, we did it.
We survived two weeks of swim camp.
I have already talked about how hard the first day was. This next picture pretty much summarizes my feelings throughout the entire 2-week period.
You know. Wanting to be in on the action and to be able to just sit and observe your little learners, but instead someone is always running running running–in front of you and away from you but never ever toward you–and distracting you from your primary objective.
When you have a fully clothed two-year-old and a swimming pool, though, she is your primary objective.
And so it goes and so here we are then. A photo journal for the scrapbook, and a visual record of the summer my youngest drove me bonkers.
Here is Felicity and her effervescent instructor, Teacher Stephanie:
Cate’s teacher was a surfer-dude type guy. He was extremely animated and punctuated every second remark with a thumbs-up (or two). He was a big sweetie, really, and perfect for my little extrovert.
I had to smile inwardly when Teacher Shawn said, “So like, yeah! Cate did great except for—insert complicated new swimming skill here—and I would have showed you what I mean except you were always busy with…”
And then he trailed off…
Yes, Shawn, I know.
In the end and despite all my outward kvetching, I was very happy with the swim camp because, as pricey as a swim camp can be compared to the Y or something, (see footnote below), my kids came away really knowing something.
And they loved it.
Footnote: Swim camp was an either/or proposition for my family: either we do swim camp and cancel our Y membership or we hang onto our Y membership and just do lessons there.
There are pros and cons of both decisions, as I’m sure you know.
The cancelled Y membership saved us some money in the end, yet not going to the gym hasn’t helped my end (or my middle, or my arms), which are getting a wee bit squishy.
If you know what I mean.
Proficient swimmers for a squishy mom. Such was the trade-off this summer.