July 17, 2010
The day after arriving in Florida, I signed my kids up for the YMCA swim team. In Pennsylvania, my kids held their own in the pool.
Here--not so much.
This morning was their first swim meet. In the middle of his 50-yard breast stroke race, Cortlen noticed that he was in last place. Seeing no reason to continue, he stopped swimming and began treading water in the middle of his lane.
"Keep going! Keep going!" we yelled encouragingly from the sidelines.
At least we weren't the only ones with a wayward swimmer.
"Turn around! Turn around!" yelled the parents of another little boy in the same race. Their son had made it to the twenty-five yard line and then, for unknown reasons, turned around and headed back to the starting blocks.
The winner of Camber's heat of butterfly did freestyle the whole way down the pool.
"I'm so doing that too next time," my daughter announced after the race.
Despite bumping into the lane dividers three times, Kellen won his heat of backstroke. When the ribbons were handed out, however, his wasn't blue.
"But I won!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "You saw me! I won!!!!"
The concept of winning a heat but not having the best overall time is hard for most six year-olds to understand and accept. Mine did so with dignity and grace. He stomped on his ribbon and dangled it over the trash can until I confiscated it and put it in my purse.
"I'm done with swim team," Cortlen announced as we packed up the car to leave.
"Me too," added Kellen.
Camber was on board with doing another meet as long as she could swim freestyle in all her races.
"Guess what!" I told them once we were in the car. "You're signed up and paid through August!"