I fell asleep last night to the soft sound of our daughter snoring next to me, and I woke up to a small warm hand stroking my back. I turned over under the poofy down comforter to face her, and there was her smiling chubby-cheeked face buried in my husband’s pillow, her swim meet hair … Continue reading Mother daughter interlude
Little girls in pajama pants and dripping swim caps, the insides of their arms marked with Sharpie charts – Event | Heat | Lane – play UNO and eat nachos on the floor. They giggle and dance and grab each other’s wrists to read the numbers when the loudspeaker announces “Event 57, Girls 10 and … Continue reading “You want some? We can share.” Kid sport culture.
Today, before practice, our 7 year old daughter stood before me on our carpeted floor, one foot fidgeting on the other and her hands clasped in front of her. She looked embarrassed, or worried. I waited. “We have to do butterfly in the meet,” she said. She started swimming yesterday with the Blacksburg Orcas, our … Continue reading Eye on the prize