Well, this was a bit of a gamble for me–to say the least. Knowing, or believing I should say— that swimming would be a good, non-stressful way to exercise–and NOT being willing to do said exercise in public–we took the leap and bought a pool.
With my foot being so touchy, I knew that the pool ladder would certainly not work–so the gamble part was more–how on earth to get my silly self actually IN the pool in the first place. Kinda felt like I’d have to have some magical powers to make it work.
But the boy was willing to set it up and the kids were certainly willing to try it out…
so we knew that worst case scenario– a bunch of folks would have fun with it no matter what my super powers turned out to be.
It was deep enough to be fun for everyone–even the little-littles, who have all taken swimming lessons to some degree.
We even found some end-of-the-year bargains on allllll kinds of floaties.
In the end, we found a way. Not a terribly dignified or graceful way perhaps–but the result was me in the pool. So that is a wonderful success- triumph even–bigger, in fact, than you could possibly know.
Thank you my dears for once again making things work in my funny world. You just always do.
I love you with all of my heart.