I must admit that being in a big pool with three kids, who are all in different places, is a little worrisome at times. Ironically enough, it doesn't stress me out. I actually feel really calm and I think it is in part because I'm forced to slow down for over an hour. I don't spend much time....EVER... doing nothing. I'm not one to sit on the couch...it's kind of like torture for me. Multi-tasking is my middle name. But I find myself standing in the pool with a smile on my face (except when I can't find Isaiah!) because I really get to watch and enjoy my kids' personalities. They are awesome...if I do say so myself :o)
Today I was watching Isaiah be who he is... my crazy, rough, fearless and semi-clueless (handsome) boy. Man, do I love that kid. Any time I turned away, he was wandering into the deep end. I tried to tell him he doesn't know how to swim without his noodle thing, but he didn't agree. I finally confined him to the very shallow area and told him to practice without the noodle.
And so he did... and although the water was only about 2 feet deep, he kept going under. (scary part: that didn't seem to phase him either) I finally got down to eye level and said in my motherly tone, "If you start to go under... STAND UP!" doesn't sound overly profound, but you know how me & God work....
In the post that I didn't publish yesterday, I had written something to the effect of "I'm trying to keep my head above water and my daughter's name above the snow" The feelings behind these words are so heavy because I feel like I'm sinking some times (and it won't stop snowing around here!!) So, I should probably take my own, very obvious advice and when I start to go under... STAND!