The Swim Lesson

We survived our first swim lesson on Sunday. There were a few questionable moments, but in the end, fun was had by all. My daughter didn’t scream her head off, and I didn’t turn and run when it was time to get into the pool.

As we drove to the community center, I will admit to being a bit anxious about the impending doom of revealing my ultra-white length of skin to others – especially some potential hotty-hot moms out there. I live in an area where some new moms are able to afford a personal trainer, and long days at the spa enduring body shrinking treatments. So, the pressure was high. My jiggling thighs are no match to 30-something-yoga-mom.

Walking up to the tot lesson, all the moms were already in the pool. Of course, we were late, so I was the last mama to disrobe and hop in. Instead of all eyes on me, mommies and daddies were busy engaging their children in the big pool – desperately keeping their kiddos from being “that one” that screamed and screamed.

Amazed at my luck, I grabbed the babe, jumped in, and got busy. We floated, kicked, jumped around in circles, and placed our ears in the water – although my daughter has NO idea where her ears are. No tears were shed, and no fellow mama gave me the “up-and-down” look of disapproval.

I’m already looking forward to next week.