My six-year-old joined our local YMCA swim team last June. It feels strange to even type that sentence knowing her “history” with water. This is the child who let out agonizing cries while her hair was being washed until age four. The crying only stopped because she witnessed her baby cousin get soaped and rinsed with a huge smile on his face. So considering the fact that water was this child’s worst enemy for four years, being a part of the swim team is really quite amazing. Plus, there’s just something about seeing that goggle-clad child joyfully swimming from one side of the pool to the other that just makes me happy.
Within a few weeks of practice, my daughter was demonstrating proficiency in all the strokes and kicks. However, when it came to diving off the block, things didn’t go so well. (Cue the quivering lip and tearful protests of hair-washing gone bad.)