Wednesday, July 6, 2011
I love you.
You are such an awesome kid.
I love that you will spend an afternoon designing and sewing a pillow pet for your sister.
I love that you have finished 10 chapter books this summer already.
I love that you are developing quite a snarky sense of humor. You raise your eyebrow like no other.
I love that you love to swim. You do 20 laps without realizing how hard it is to do twenty laps. You glide through the water like a Cullen glides through the forest, eerily arriving at your destination without effort or undue exertion.
You are amazing, my girl.
So, please keep all of these wonderful qualities close to your heart when I tell you that . . .
I do not love your swim meets.
They are torture my girl.
They are 20 seconds of excitement followed by hours of sheer boredom, in 90 degree heat, with other stinky, sweaty and tired parents.
They are volunteering to corral 100 kids that are not mine and that can not understand why they can not be in the pool until their race.
They are listening to little Suzy's mom explain how little Suzy is swimming in the winter so that she can bump up her scholarship opportunities. Scholarship opportunities, mind you, that will not be available for at least another 7-8 years since little Suzy is 10 years old.
They are being available to be the mosquito buffet for the evening.
Swim meets suck, plain and simple.
So, christen me the summer time Grinch, but I can find no good quality in a swim meet.
No good quality except for the wide smile you give me when you finish your race.
For that, I'd endure anything.
PS To recap . . . Love you! . . . the swim meets? Not. so. much.
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