Swimming lessons in a land locked state….

There is something ironic in the fact that we waited to for my little one to take swim lessons until we lived in a place with no water… well, there is water but it seems to be limited to concrete pools.

It saddens me that my own flesh and blood does not love the ocean like her Mama. She thinks the waves are TOO BIG, and from the perspective of a three year old I can see her point. But having just gotten back from the white sands of the Gulf, I am reaffirmed in my belief that those rhythmic waves are important to my peace of mind. Unfortunately, since my handsome redheaded husband shares our girl’s disdain for the ocean I don’t see many family vacations to the coast in my future.

So tonight I will head out to our first swimming lesson with our girl knowing that I am only preparing her for fun days at the pool or maybe a small lake that is reasonable in size. Perhaps when she grows up and digs her own toes into the sand she will love the beach like her Mama. At least she will be tall enough to hold her own in the waves.