A Window into Life in the Suburbs


"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Luke 12:27 (NIV)

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Swimming

Those crazy, lazy days of summer are still rolling along despite being officially autumn right now. I don't think the weather patterns that govern our planet consult our Gregorian calendars somehow. On days like these, I really wish they would. That storm that hit us the previous night did absolutely nothing to drive away the heat. If anything, it probably made it worse.

The girls are loving going to our local pool for a dip. 4 year old is making rapid progress with the the swimming lessons we started two weeks ago. Allowing herself to be taken underwater was always going to be the toughest part (felt sorry for the poor teachers) and I admit to feeling a certain elation watching her overcome that hurdle.
Starting lessons at 4 is rather late in these parts. I don't know why I didn't start sooner... some kind of inertia, maybe. Or just plain can't-be-botheredness.

Sat around with an old acquaintance and had a really good chat while the kiddies were having lessons. It's a blessing really to talk to someone who seems interested in what you have to say. I don't always get that vibe. Told her my plans for the future and it was very comforting to hear someone affirm your gifts and dreams. Who knows what will come of them... but it's good to have plans for a change. And nicer still to be cheered on by others.

As usual, we both had trouble getting our girls to leave the pool. And then when I did finally persuade mine that it was time to leave, they held a battle of screams in the shower. All this because the 9 year old was grumpy about sharing a shower with her little sister. No use explaining the scarcity of showers to her in the mood she was in.
O, the tyranny of screams and what it does to a mother's sense of self-worth, especially when you think the whole world knows that it's your children that are creating the ruckus.

All that said, 9 year old has played the part of big sister like a champion the last couple of times. She 's watched her little sister and carried her around past the deeper parts of the pool. She's a better big sister than I ever was.

They're such funny girls... some time they play together so well and other times they're ready to throttle each other to death.

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