Right now I suck at being a swim mom. I’m pretty good at most things that the sport and parenting hand me. But this one thing? It’s making me cranky.
I’m not generally a worrier. That’s because I like to be in control. When I am in control things go well. When I’m not I’m a bitch. When I lose control in regards to something that affects my kids? Run away from me. Far.
Sophie is stuck in no mans land. She turns 9 on Tuesday. She can no longer be a mini. Which leaves her two options. Juniors or Advanced Juniors.
I personally think she belongs in Advanced Juniors. It’s the group she will absolutely be in next September. I’m all for keeping things simple. Put her in the group now, shut the box and tie a bow on it. Plus Sarah is in the group. Three kids two groups trumps three kids three groups. The practices will be a challenge for her but she can do them. She has the will.
Unfortunately she lacks some of the skill. Her freestyle needs some work. Advanced Juniors does some pretty long free endurance sets – the coach has concerns and feels that she will get more stroke work out of juniors. I’m not convinced he is correct. There are too many kids in the group with not enough coaches or lanes. I see it as a mess. Sophie hates it. They put her with 12 year old kids. She doesn’t want to swim there.
I’m doing what’s best for my kid. I am not sure yet what that is. But it has me pissed off. She has a fast fly and will be making some big meets as a 9 year old. She wants the challenge of the tougher group. I’ll do what it takes to get her the skill. But don’t mess with her will. You can’t teach that. I’m willing to play hard ball. A good coach will be too…someone can take her from good to great. Who is that going to be?