I love the water. My mother loved the water. And, as it turns out, Baguette loves the water. We started taking her to swimming lessons last fall.
When she turned 3, the Y would have had her switch from a parent-child class to an instructor-led class, with no parents in the water. Baguette would not have done that. So we took a break until the city pool opened, and we started going there. Baguette loved it. And, we quickly realized, the joy of the pool made her want to talk. She talked more, and more clearly, and more enthusiastically on the days when she went to the pool.
Mr. Sandwich started taking her every day. And she put it all together.
She can kick, she can reach, she can hold her breath for about 15 feet. She smiles and claps underwater as she swims. And after each pass, she’ll tell us what she’s going to do next: “Swimming to Mommy!” “Swimming to Daddy!” “Swimming to steps!”
Our girl has found her element.
All photos by Mr. Sandwich.
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5 responses to “Swimming to Mommy”
I love this post! I hope you guys can find a way to keep swimming year round.
I think we’ve found some options, although we won’t be able to take her every day.
I just love this so much.
So do we.
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