I’ll own it

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…

Sometimes it pays to be crazy

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.

Do they not have the internet?

Last evening after practice two of the coaches came upstairs to talk to parents. Our pool is actually downstairs from the main lobby and the club has wisely (very wisely) adopted no parents on deck policy. The coaches also wisely (extremely wisely) duck out a back door some evenings. They all have full-time jobs and families and like to get home. They also make a point of coming upstairs and chatting with parents several times a week. Last night was one of those evenings.

They were surrounded by parents with questions about this weekends meet.

What time is warm-ups?
Which pool is hosting the meet?
Is there positive check-in?
Is 200 free first or last?

I was unfortunately sitting way too close and overheard all of this madness.

The most reliable source for all of this information is the meet announcement. Which is online. Everything you could ever want to know about the meet. You can pull it up on your phone. Your ipad. Heck you can even print it on paper on highlight information that matters to you. The club also emails everyone attending the meet ALL of this information the night before the meet starts – that would be tonight.

These are not parents that are new to the sport, most of their kids are in the advanced groups.

When everyone had their fill of stupid questions I asked the single most important question of all. Do you want your usual order from Starbucks.

Coaches aren’t complex creatures. Ask them the important questions. Ask your kids first though, they probably already know the answer. Grace had already gotten their coffee order. We are professionals at this. Watch and learn people…

Does Ryan know what Ryan would do?

I am a reality tv show junkie.  Of course I watched “What would Ryan Lochte do?”.  I was 30 minutes of my life I will never get back.

I’m going to be honest with you.  I know he went to the Olympics.  More than once.  I know he won medals.  More than once.  Beyond that I really don’t know too much about him.  Other than the fact that he is crazy hot.  After watching the show, I still know that.  Any nothing else.  I can guarantee that Ryan doesn’t even know what he would do.   The show literally made my brain cry – can he really be that dim-witted?

I can’t wait until next week when it comes back on.  I have wised up, I will just watch it on mute.  I can pretend he is saying intelligent things.  Shirtless.  I also think he should go on the Bachelor.  And Survivor.  Amazing Race too.

Make Sophie Stop!!!

It’s hard to believe it has been nine years since our family became three beautiful little girls.  Sophie can’t possibly be nine.  She agreed to be my baby forever.  We are going to be old when she graduates from college, we tell her all the time that it will be a smooth transition, one day she will live with us and the next us with her.

Sophie was our easiest baby.  Not because she was easy but because we had finally figured out what we were doing.  Or we were too busy to care.  Regardless, from day one Sophie was on the go with us.  Which is kind of funny because she would prefer to be at home over anywhere else.  She is quite content hanging out with dad on a quiet Sunday afternoon.  I guess we wore her out early on.

Sophie is a happy kid.  She expresses herself by singing and dancing.  People often ask “where does Sophie dance”.  I try to explain that she is in a home school program for dance.  Ok, YouTube taught her.  Mother of the year I have never claimed to be.  I signed her up for hip hop once, she quit.  She didn’t like “doing” the choreography of other people.    She looks pretty good to me.  I guess that is because the rest of us really suck at dancing.

She drives Sarah and Grace nuts.  They can’t hear Full House over her singing.  They can’t see it either because she is dancing in front of the TV.  It all annoys me because they are in MY family room and not THEIR playroom.  Truth be told, I don’t want to see Full House – it is a painful reminder as to how badly I dressed in the early 90’s.  If only I had a spiral perm for every time I hear “MOM, MAKE SOPHIE STOP”…For a while I took Sophie’s side – how do you tell someone they are too freaking happy and that all of their singing and dancing and joyous crap is annoying?

The other day I was sitting at my desk doing some work.  Soph was behind me, doing one of her many interpretive (ok performance art) dances.  Suddenly, out of no where, she kicked me upside the head.  I couldn’t help myself, I told her to stop dancing.  I thought that would slow her down.  It didn’t.

The very next day she kicked the crap out of the coffee table.  Bruised her foot really good.  Like all good parents, we took her hiking.  We had planned a nice birthday celebration for her, complete with a hike and a trip to our local winery.  (Everyone hosts their kids 9th birthday at a winery right?).  Surely this would slow her down?

She tried to swim the next day.  Not because she wanted to but because it was her birthday.  Tradition with our club is that birthdays are celebrated with Donuts, and the birthday kid gets thrown in the pool by the coach.  The pain was an easy sacrifice.  She made it 59 minutes out of a 90 minute practice.  When she got out her entire foot was bruised and swollen twice its normal size.  That slowed her down.

An X-Ray the next day revealed two of the tiny bones in her foot were broken.  The Dr felt that once the swelling went down she would be able to get back in the water.  That slowed her down even more.

The next day after school she was doing cartwheels.  She went to swim that evening.  I want to be nine again.  At least I can still do a cartwheel.  Happy birthday Sophie.  Never stop being happy.  Just don’t kick me in the head.

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Just sleep on it

Thursday night I left the pool pretty fired up. I felt like Sophie was being caught in the crossfires of being good but not quite good enough.

Friday rolled around. Sophie refused to go to the advanced juniors practice. The coach had not told her what practice to attend and being a quite literal kid who is only 8 was concerned that she should not go to the practice. The head coach is not there on Friday nights. Sounds totally stupid to a grown up. Makes perfect sense to am almost 9 year old. After a battle of the wills (mine) and a few tears shed (hers) it was decided we would stay at home.

Thirty minutes later she got it together and asked to go. It was too late to go to the advanced juniors but we had plenty of time to make juniors. Should come as no surprise – I took her.

It was her first Friday night practice in either group. Attendance was light and there was a great deal,of stroke work with juniors. She got a lot out of practice and enjoyed it.

We showed up this morning for the 7 am practice and she did advanced juniors. After practice I talked to the coach and worked out a fantastic “time share” program for her that will have her in the group full time sooner than later.

I apologized for being rude in our previous conversation. He assured me I wasn’t. This means one of two things. Either I still can pull the bitch card some day. OR being nice pays off. I really respect our coaches. I’m hoping to leave the bitch card unplayed.

The most important thing of all – Sophie gets to practice with the advanced juniors on Tuesday. Her birthday. Traditionally birthdays in the group are celebrated with donuts. That is what really matters. Oh and I can sleep well tonight. No worries. For now.

Skill vs will

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?

Where was I?

You might think I dropped off the face of the planet.  Grace and Sarah both swam Friday, Saturday and Sunday of their spring champs meet which was actually the same weekend that spring break started.  They both had an amazing meet with impressive time drops.  More importantly, so did all of the kids in the two groups they swim with.  I love to see success as a group, it means the training is working!  I always trust our coaches training programs – the intensity leading up to the championship up to the meet and the taper are the critical components.  It’s exciting to see it come together.

We then took two weeks off from the pool.  The girls spent a week at the beach with Grandma and Papa in Florida and Chris and I snuck off for a weekend away in New Orleans.  It was the perfect time to get away, Maryland got a rare late March snow on the day we got out of dodge.

Last week the girls went back to school but were still out of the pool.  It was really odd, we didn’t have any activities after school.  We are at the pool seven days a week.  Eating dinner while the sun is still shining is a rarity for us.  The house was cleaner, dinners were prepared from a recipe, homework was done early and we had a lot of down time.  I won’t lie.  I was a calmer person.  We literally had three extra hours every evening.  I also was bored.  Really, really bored.

When you are used to a fast pace it is hard to slow down.  As much as I enjoyed the week of living like normal people I was glad it was over. We have learned to love our crazy life.  My kids need the physical activity to stay sane.  By day 14 they reminded me of those little bouncy balls you can buy for a quarter out of a gumball machine.  Not one, more like a million.   Bouncing around my house.  I get it, I feel the same way after a few days of non activity – you know, swim meet weekends!

Long course season started Monday.  Grace and Sarah went back to their same practice groups.   Sophie will be 9 in a few weeks and is caught in between Juniors and Advanced Juniors.  She did her first Advanced Juniors practice last night and quite honestly got her ass handed to her.  It was a hard practice.  But she didn’t give up.  Later I asked her what she thought.  She said it was really hard.  I was very concerned it might be  too much for her but Grace jumped in and asked if she wanted to go back.  Sophie said, why wouldn’t I?  She isn’t backing down from a challenge.  And I was all set to let her.  I thought I knew everything and here I am starting over.

Now I need to convince the coach to take her on.  You know the one, the one I convinced to take on Sarah?  Same one.  He had success with her…I’m out of kids to be his project.  I don’t think he is too sad…Once I have convinced him I’ll go back to being my low maintenance self.  It’s his fault for being such a great coach.

Not two seconds…two minutes

That is what Sarah took off her 500 free last night.  Ok, she hadn’t swam it in 18 months BUT it was still a remarkable swim.  She started swimming 500 free when she was 9.  I applaud her bravery and never discouraged her from doing it.  I also felt guilty making other people watch it.  Not really.  She has been begging her coach this year to let her do it but he told her she couldn’t swim it until she fixed some things in her stroke.  This coach is brilliant – he figured Sarah out pretty quickly.  She did exactly what he asked and he put her in.  A two-minute time drop is awesome.  Aside from the luck factor of having not swam it for a while, she really did race it well.  She proved herself worthy of the race – in the past she had just been willing.  I admire and encourage her to swim brave.

She has decided not to swim it again for another 18 months.  Another two-minute drop and she will beat Katie Ledecky.  I like her reasoning.

Grace swam 500 free as well.  She doesn’t like the race as much as Sarah does.  She actually hates it.  Love hates I think.  She dropped 15 seconds in a matter of a few months.  She missed her AA time by 1 second!  She also beat someone who talks a lot of smack about being faster than Grace.  She took her by a nice margin.  It’s a great way to shut the haters up I suppose.  If she really weanted to put herself out there she would take on 200 breast.  I think she will be a NT forever in that one.

Sarah is at the pool right now.  Think good thoughts, she has had such a great short course year and her confidence has sky rocketed.  I would like this to be a great finale meet for the year.

Grace is going after the 200 fly tonight.  I have butterflies for her.

And the taper paid off…

Grace started a taper about two weeks before JO’s. I would rather spend time with a million buzzing bees than a swimmer during a taper. The first few days are fine – it usually hits around day 5. Quite literally grace did not know what to do with her pent up energy. Usually a fairly calm person, Grace spent the days leading up to JO’s talking non stop. Mostly about clothes. Can we go to the mall? Can you buy me some Vans? Do you like this shirt? Can I borrow your Lululemon pants? I need a new bathing suit for summer. Around day 5 she started doing P90X. Dad advised her not to but she couldn’t help herself. Swimmers are true endorphin junkies. I now know why they say swimmer for life. They don’t know how not to swim hard.

Fortunately the taper paid off. The kids in Grace’s group all did really well at the meet. Grace had a solid swim in 100 back and then took off 3 seconds. In February she had shaved off a little over 3.5 seconds – since January she has dropped 6.5 in her 200 back. She was slightly disappointed to not make finals but next year she should do exceptional at the meet.

She is swimming 7 more events this coming weekend at our championship meet. The kids aren’t allowed to swim events they qualified for at JO’s. Grace is seeded first in several events having just barely missed the JO times. I am hoping that we can survive one more week of easy practice. She seems to have quiet down some which scares me. Perhaps lethargy is setting in!

Sarah is also swimming this weekend. I’m hoping her streak of amazing swims continues. I would love to see her get a JO cut for next year to boost her confidence.

This will be my final meet with double sessions. Oh, hold you applause. I will have triple sessions from here on out. Sophie will be the big 0-9 in April.

After this weekend the girls head to Florida for a visit with Grandma and Papa. Chris and are sneaking off to New Orleans for a few days. And then we begin long course!