I pride myself on being that “normal” swim mom but I may have to table that for a moment.
We have a crazy swim dad. He registers his son in meets that our club is not attending, he watches practices and has his son attend multiple practices in the same day. He has been asked many times to refrain from doing these things. He smiles, nods his head in agreement and then does it anyways. The kids think he is nuts, he has this angry stance he assumes for an hour and a half while watching practice – it is creepy. He even instigated an argument with a parent from a competing club. Yet his son continues to swim.
Meanwhile, we are still waiting to find out if Sophie can swim in the summer session with our club. The summer session is designed for kids who want to participate in long course meets. Sophie does. It’s emphasis is kids who have made JO cuts. Sophie has. She is the slowest swimmer in the group by the smallest margin you can imagine – there are several kids in the group who are barely faster than her. She makes the intervals, completes practice and doesn’t complain. She is also the youngest – she just turned 9. And let’s not forget her sister Sarah is also in the group. We are obviously committed to the group and practice.
The session starts today. Sophie swims Sunday in the Maryland State Champs meet. She has been granted permission to swim this week in preparation for the meet. But if there isn’t space for her, she won’t be able to swim JO’s.
Needless to say, I am not happy. Swimming is a sport about individual goal setting. Those of you who have followed my tales of swimming know that Sophie’s only goal last year was to make a 9-10 JO cut at the age of 8. She fell short of her goal by a few weeks but nailed her 100 fly at the first long course meet. She is proud of her accomplishment and can’t wait to swim at the meet. I don’t have the heart to tell her that there may not be room in the practice group. Instead of being crazy I have decided to be proactive. I will make it happen, there are lots of options to explore.
In the end, I am disappointed that my daughter wasn’t welcomed to the group with open arms. Swimming is about setting goals. When a young 9 year old sets a goal and accomplishes it we owe it to them to see it through. I guess that is my job.
I’m sure I will regret putting this out there – we are really happy with our club and this is the first time I have been disappointed in them. I couldn’t sleep last night, this weighed heavy on my heart. I need sleep tonight so I am putting my feelings out there.