I was accused yesterday of being a proud mom. I’m pretty sure it was intended as an insult. It didn’t have the desired effect. I took it as a compliment. I am proud of my girls. They certainly aren’t perfect. They get that honestly – I am as far from perfect as you can get. But I try. Well, not really.
Going into last nights meet I was proud of Grace. She has developed a great attitude about summer swimming. She has learned to enjoy it and not get caught up in who she is beating. As a result, she has had one hell of a summer. As a result of that, she qualified to swim 100 back and free at a USA-S sanctioned meet – top 8 in each age and stroke were invited to race.
Grace had her eye on the prize. She wants a knee skin. Dad told her she needed a AAA cut before she turned 14 and he would shell out mega bucks for the suit. Grace was concerned she wouldn’t do well, that all the other girls would be in knee skins. And they were, she was right. But Grace was wrong – she did just fine in her rinky dink Recordbreaker. She thought she would get the cut in 100 back. She didn’t. But she gave it a noble effort and did make the Zones cut that was hanging over her head. But before she swam backstroke she shocked herself by getting that AAA cut in 100 free. She ran upstairs after the race and was literally jumping for joy.
Tomorrow we start a long 4 day weekend of JO’s and a summer meet. The mood has already been set for Grace – she is fired up and ready to go.
Am I proud of her? Hell yeah. You are going to have to try harder to insult me. I’ll own it. And that knee skin? Grace will own it too. Not in time for this weekend unfortunately. She will just have to own that pool in the suit she has. Watch out world when she gets it. It might not matter her faster but she wants it.
Me? I would rather have new shoes…