My great friend Emily, or Mrs. Morgan if you ask Abigail, used her wonderful skills to teach Abigail how to swim early in the summer. Then, Abigail proceeded to spend the rest of the summer pretending she was a fish. While we stayed with Gran & Grandad for five weeks during our move, there wasn't a day that went by without Abigail in their pool. Some days, she was in there on more than one occasion! If she spent the morning swimming with GiGi, she was still eager to spend the evening swimming with Grandad.
It was obvious that once we were settled here in Austin, we had to find a pool for Abigail. Yes, we have a neighborhood pool, but that isn't open year-round. So, she swims once a week at Nitro Swim Club.
Every Monday morning, we race over there after school in time for her lesson. She has mastered her freestyle and even makes pretty turns at the end of each lap, but she's now been working on her backstroke for a few weeks. She says it's too many things to remember all at once. After this week's lesson, I discussed with her in the car about listening to the instructor and letting her tell you what to do instead of worrying about remembering so many things. Smartly, she said "Well, Mom, my ears are in the water and I can't hear her when she's talking if I'm swimming."
A co-worker of mine commented to me recently that swimming is his favorite sport for his kids. I assumed it was the year-round availability or lack of expensive equipment or even the healthy aspects for their bodies. It was none of those. He loves that it tires them out!
I'm thinking the money will be my favorite part. You know, when Abigail becomes the female Michael Phelps in 2020. She's told us several times that she only wants to join a swim club that's on TV, so she's set her goals in the right direction. Can't you just see it now...
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kevin hopes she doesn't have those manly arms!
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