After awhile, a mom gets a bit tired of driving her kids from this practice to that and watching her kids play this sport and that.
Don’t get me wrong, I love cheering on my kids, but I get tired of sitting on the sidelines. I like doing things. I was an active kid, and I’m a pretty active mom. I run. I bike when there’s time. I swim laps. I even started playing lacrosse with an old lady pickup league a few years ago. And this week, I tried something totally new. I signed up for a masters swim class that meets at 6:30 a.m. a couple mornings a week at our summer pool.
I swim laps once a week, so I didn’t think it would be too much of a problem. But I forgot that there were other strokes besides freestyle. When we showed up for the first day yesterday, the coach had written out “sets” on a wipe board that included butterfly, backstroke and breast. Yikes! I can manage breast, and my backstroke is tolerable, but I had never once tried butterfly before. Luckily I wasn’t the only one.
I got a few pointers on my very weavy backstroke, and I managed two laps of what might be considered butterfly, though it was pretty atrocious. But at least I was out there trying. I wasn’t sitting on the sidelines. And now when my kids are talking about the sets they do at swim practice, it won’t sound like French to me.
I think it was harder for the coach to have a bunch of mom’s who didn’t know what KDS meant (kick, drill, swim) or what 3 100’s easy, build, sprint were. My daughter said that when her swim team started shortly after ours, he told them what to do and was so relived when they just did it — without him having to explain it nine times.
What he didn’t realize is that’s what you get when you offer a swim team class to a bunch of mom’s who are sick of sitting on the sidelines.
FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 14, Lilly, 13, Adam, 13, and Jonah, 9.