I do not like to swim. I think I liked it as a young child but now I would really rather stay dry. This could be because I am not a great swimmer. Or maybe that I do not like the getting cold when I get out of the water. Or maybe it’s the woman in me that doesn’t like swimsuits. I don’t know.
Okay I do know…I don’t like water.
You will never find me on a cruise, never. The ocean is beautiful but only if I can still touch the sand with my feet and preferably see all the way to my feet too. I don’t like lakes either, who knows what hiding in those murky waters.
I am not scared of much, but drowning scares me. I like breathing… I really like breathing.
So when my mom asked last night if we would be taking Monkey swimming at the family gathering we are going to today my first reaction was no. Why on earth would we do that? But I know Monkey would love it so I think I will have to suck it up and do the mom thing (you know… put your feelings aside for your child’s) and venture into the pool.
At least she’ll enjoy it.
