Those of you I know personally know that my daughters are, well, part-fish.
I mean, they look human from the outside but we spend A Lot Of Time at various swimming pools.
This weekend, I’m at a dive meet with one; my husband’s at a water polo tournament with the other.
Y’know that old show The Wonder Years?
Our version is going to be called The Chlorine Years.
So, I take inspiration where I can get it! Here goes:
The podium tiered
like a frosted birthday cake —
Celebrating gifts
A wise Mama knows the chlorine years – or whatever years one is given – are indeed a gift; too many kids just drift through and don’t get involved with anything (*raises hand*)… and aren’t encouraged to do so.
Mama’s encouragement brought on the Chlorine Years. The Soccer Years. The Wonderful Years.
Thanks for sharing your babies with us, and for being a good Mama.
Oh, this is such a warm and loving note, Tanita. I’m going to read it on Mother’s Day again. You’re the best… xoxoxo
You need to turn The Chlorine Years into a full book. To this day, the smell of chlorine sets off all kinds of emotional triggers. Once it’s in you, it never leaves you.