040210. Wouldn’t it be great to learn how to
swim?
(The LO learns how to swim!)
Figuratively.
Not
literally.
Because although the LO is literally learning to swim ... I already know.
And I
love to swim.
I
was on the swim team when I was 7 years old.
I
swam a mean freestyle.
For a 7 year-old.
And
my backstroke was almost as good as
Michael Phelps.
Seriously.
And,
No. I am definitely not prone to hyperbole.
I
wonder sometimes why I wasn’t a lifeguard. Looking back I realize it could have been the perfect summer job. Maybe I didn’t know how to get certified? Or maybe I wanted to be “in the action” (read: in the pool) not
on the “sidelines.” Sadly, it was most likely
because I wanted to wile away my summers getting tan and hanging with my
girlfriends, eating fried pierogies, flirting with boys, and not worrying about little kids drowning …
but I digress.
What
I mean is … I would like the exhilaration, and the excitement, and the fear,
and the joy, and the edge-of-my-seat hopeful anxiety of jumping into the NO!-DON'T!-IT'S-TOO-COLD!-water for the first time …
The
sensation of squeezing my eyes closed, holding my breath, as the goosebumps form on my skin just on the water's edge. And then the water (which isn't too cold once I'm in it) envelops
me. And the feeling of sinking below the
water line. And then suspended in space for just a few seconds before I start to ascend to the surface …
And
then the release and rush of breaking the water and gasping in the cool
spring air like it’s the first time I ever breathed air!
Followed
by the relaxing realization that I’m floating.
And
the water is buoyant.
And
the world is good.
It
would be great to learn how to swim. Again.
Q: What would you like to learn again?
