How Grateful I Am
We will get back to the guest posts soon, I promise, but I found myself missing posting stuff up myself, and since I AM WIZ, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL, (pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain) I decided to just post up a few thoughts. I took my girls to swimming lessons this morning. Anyone who knows me knows that I have huge water issues, and whenever my kids go anywhere near water, I just pray constantly for protection and just freak out generally. I have this really irrational fear that they will drown. It's bad. BUT, I don't want them to have water issues. I want them to enjoy swimming, I want them to know how to swim, because the surest way of ensuring that water actually is dangerous is to not teach them. Avoidance is not the answer, no matter how much I want it to be. (Although the summer when they were 2 and 3, I just didn't put them in the water. I couldn't do it. I was like "if they're not in the water, they won't die. I know I have to teach them, but I can't do it right now." So, I'm improving.) Anyway, they just started up again for the spring, and they were just doing so well. It was awesome! They were jumping around in excitement in anticipation of the lessons, and, to repeat myself, they really just did great. My younger one used to be scared of the water (hmm...I wonder where she gets that..) and she was just going down the slide and putting her head under, and using her arms, laughign with the teacher, and I was just so proud of her for how far she's come, I almost burst into tears at the rec center. (Yes, I was also reeealllly tired, so my reactions were a little strong.) I didn't. I controlled myself, but then someone asked if that was my daughter (pointing to my oldest) and said "she swims really well." I almost hugged him. Again, I controlled myself. I just remember it was last year about this time when I was convinced my children would never learn to read, ride a bike, or swim. I know a mom can't teach her kids everything, but those are BASIC SKILLS, and they were just deprived of them! And now, they ride their bikes around the circle, my 5 yo can't read yet,(but she's close) and my 6 yo is reading very well, and they are coming along in their swimming. Basic skills learned, if not mastered yet. What a difference a year makes. I am grateful that children grow. I love them at all ages, but sometimes it helps to be given some perspective, even when you're sure you've screwed them up for life. (When my oldest was 5 and couldn't read, I thought she was doomed to a life of illiteracy, and I was a horrible mother because I had nieces and nephews reading full novels by age 5. Now I know I'm not a horrible mother, I just have freakish nieces and nephews. Hee hee.) I'm learning to enjoy the ages my kids are, and to enjoy each phase. I'm learning not to freak out when they can't do something, because you know what? They'll get there.