A note from Spike's Mom...
Dear Spike:
You smelled of chlorine — and vomit — as we walked through the door of our home this morning.
Today was your first swim lesson. I guess it is safe to say that your first experience with "big water" was not everything I had envisioned with I signed us up for swim classes. I woke up this morning excited — giddy — that today was the day my little piranha would terrorize the waves! But in the pool I was reminded that we do not always emerge from the water like Bo Derek.
We will return next week and you will kick a little more, splash a little more and cry a little less.
I was proud of you today for trying something new.
Love,
mom
P.S. — Something good to remember: You don't have to enjoy swimming to play soccer or win the Nobel Peace Prize.
3 comments:
just started reading your blog thanks to dooce's book so i'm not sure how old spike is. my son turned two last week. we did a month of swimming lessons just before his birthday. i couldn't believe how much his confidence progressed from one lesson to the next. it sucks when you feel like you're torturing them with something that you had envisioned as a big funfest, but it soon will be.
I always loved the smell of chlorine on my skin and hair as I was growing up. Still do. ~sigh~ Lucky Spike!
Yay Heidi - You are an awesome writer too! I couldn't even tell it wasn't Matt writing. Nice job! She will grow to love it : ) Love you guys!
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