Posted on | June 6, 2012 | 6 Comments
Which means Violet is 9 today. And officially in the 4th grade.
Sarah is officially in the 1st grade.
And John is officially a kindergartner.
And I am officially old and living in some sort of weird time warp. Because I’m absolutely positive that just yesterday John was born, Sarah was 15 months old and Violet was 3 1/2 years old.
The rest of the world has moved on but we have not.
Anyway. Summer also means that it’s time for the end of softball, the beginning of swim team, the girls dance recital and long, lazy days at the pool. Which I love, because let’s be honest, if we are at the pool 1) My house isn’t getting trashed by three rowdy children and 2) I can’t clean if we are not home. That’s a win – win situation right there.
John briefly flirted with the idea of swimming on our swim team, but in the end the playground was far too attractive. So he’s not swimming this year – which is totally fine, even if his swimming would have alleviated my mommy guilt of his sister’s being in summer activities and his not being in one. I’ll just have to let that go. Let.It.Go. (and repeat.)
Swim team means Swim Meets, which means cue me becoming ‘that’ crazy poolside mom. Yes. Oh yes. I may stand at the end of the lane, on occasion, ( OK, like every time they swim) and cheer and yell for my kids and their friends. Loudly. And jump around. Like a fool at a Josh Groban concert. Whatever.
It may also highly embarrass my husband. Which I just may find pretty entertaining. But the thrill of seeing those kids finish a lap for the first time? Or seeing their face as they touch that wall, winning time or not? Priceless. So I’ll be throwing my 39 year old body all around the pool deck again this season, waving my arms and screaming like a fan girl.
It’s all good.