After a few months away from the pool, we’ve resumed swimming lessons. With the last session, I had the start date wrong in my head and neglected to sign MrMan up. Which turned out to be okay, as both Sam and I were not in positions to be getting him there in timely fashion. Had I thought through it more, I might not have signed up MrMan for this session either. It coincides with the fast, we’ll miss the last day of it due to travel, the weather requires that it’s still in the inside pool….
I’m so glad I didn’t think it through further, and just went ahead and signed him up. He’s so happy to be in the pool and his swimming is getting much better. Our new routine (because of the location of Sam’s new job) involves me picking up MrMan an hour before normal and taking the shuttle bus with him to the uptown campus. He loves it! And I enjoy the time, as brief as it is (as distances are quick in New Orleans), just sitting next to him, watching his delight as we drive past everything from a higher perspective. Last week even involved a “Whee!” from him as we went up the overpass.
Because of the shuttle schedule, we get to the gym well ahead of class time, allowing a leisurely wardrobe change for Mrman. It’s nice not to feel rushed. Except by MrMan’s enthusiasm, as we wait at the pool and he wonders aloud where his teacher and swim friends are. They finally arrive. Then the dude puts on his goggles and swaggers to the side of the pool. I love it! He points his arms above his head and kicks through the water, and delights in swimming toward the bottom. He doesn’t always touch the bottom with his hands, as he’s so buoyant, but the fact that he wants to makes me so happy that I just went with signing up for this session, instead of analyzing whether it would be convenient.
I think this summer should include some time at the beach, so that he may become not just pool type, but ocean type. (A reference to a dear friend from our time in Honolulu, who described himself as such.)