I don’t usually do this but I scheduled a swimming lesson right after exploring class. So we ran from one venue to another in fifteen minutes and had to change into our swimsuits. Well, Little Libra changed. I forgot my swimsuit… Happiness!
This should have happened two sessions ago. I just didn’t have the heart to desert her especially when her classmates had their moms by their side. But I knew she was ready when I needed to endorse Teacher’s command, as if Teacher was a yaya and I was the swimming authority. Me. The one whose sole concern was keeping her hair dry. Me. The one who flinched every time a kid made a big splash.
I would love to tell you how proud I was to see her swim independently, how secretly sad I felt for not being needed. But I can’t. I was too busy relishing in my dry clothes, chatting with the other moms, half-watching and half-cheering her on. It was exactly the way I dreamed it would be. Unfortunately, my camera -which I usually forget- was deliberately left at home. I thought I’d be in the water. So I have no photos of graduation. This post will have to do.
Happy graduation to me…