Yesterday we went for the first swim of the season. It was cold, but fun! I love summer!
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This is a game we call "motor boat". I made Matthew take pictures because I'm afraid my "motor boat" days are limited as Chloe is on her way to being a swimmer (maybe this year?). |









It will be a sad day when neither of my kids are interested in "motor boat" anymore. It sneaks up so suddenly, one minute they are clinging to you in the water not wanting to let you go... the next they are swimming like fish and jumping off the diving board. I know, I know. When you are in the (freezing cold) water being clung to like a howler monkey and in danger of drowning in 4 feet of water yourself due to the strength and tenacity of your toddler's or preschooler's hold around your neck, it feels like it will be FOREVER before they learn to swim. Then, all of a sudden you are standing in the (freezing cold) water with no one near you and you realize, "I'm not needed here anymore." The water gets a little colder that day, my friend. And then you get out and lie in a nice warm lounge chair in the sun and sigh and realize that you finally are able to lay in the sun again. You begin to warm up a little, the faintest hint of a smile appears on your face as you watch your little fish swim and you imagine your glorious afternoons in the sun, but still... a little part of your hearts longs for those sweet little chubby arms wrapped tightly around your neck and those sweet little (amazingly strong) legs wrapped around your waist and the smell of spf 50 sunscreen as you bury your nose in warm, chlorinated hair and promise that you won't let go. A little part of you wishes for that little voice to beg, "Do motor boat again, mommy!". And so, while I can still hear that little voice and feel those little arms, we will play (in the freezing cold water)... "Motor boat, motor boat go so slow! Motor boat, motor boat go so FAST! Motor boat, motor boat STEP ON THE GAS!" And I will treasure and store away that look of pure glee on my baby girl's face. I will place it right next to my memory of the pure glee that I see on my boy's face as he leaps off the diving board again! And as I lie in my warm lounge chair, I will let those memories warm my heart.