I am a swim mom. I am not really sure when I made the transition from being a mom whose kids swim to a “swim mom”. It might have been the day I learned the difference between butterfly and breaststroke. Or the day I actually rattled off one of my kids times from memory. Or when I quit asking what IM meant and actually knew the order of it.
My oldest, Grace swam for a few years before I had any interest in the sport. We joined a summer team and all three girls swam on it and I became hooked. At that point, I still didn’t understand swimming but I knew I loved it. I asked a lot of questions and started to learn the sport. It helped that dad was a die-hard swimmer, it was in his blood.
I started this blog as a brain dump. I often feel like the proverbial fish out of water in the world of swimming. I navigate the world of swimming with humor, wine and pool nachos.