Now that she's (almost) three, she's in the pool with just her teacher and two other kids. Our swim school has a very large glass viewing area. I can sit behind the glass and watch the kiddo swim (and take pictures with my iPhone).



I'm thrilled that she's in the next level and tickled that I don't have to get into a bathing suit once a week. But I'll miss the 90 degree water and most of all, I'll miss holding her as she clings to me. It is a bittersweet step. I imagine I'll take her to our other nearby (and colder) lap pool just so that she and I can play in the water together.

2 comments:
I understand that it must be hard when other people takes over you job, but at least you get to look through the glass.
She is a beautiful little girl.
I love reading your posts, best regards from Mary
What a big girl- it is hard to let go.
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