It's been a while since I thought about the days of picking up my first born daughter at daycare to have the teacher tell me she rode in a swing for the first time, or sat up by herself. I recall asking the teacher if she could hold off on the stories so I could think I was there for all of her "firsts". I lived in fear of picking her up to the words we all long to hear, "she took her first steps today".
My kids have been fighting endlessly for what seems like weeks. I'm certain it can't be all of the time, but it really feels like it. A day without rain, we went to the pool today which usually last for about an hour when someone starts to cry or fight, then we head home because I dream of nap time where they all sleep or play quietly in their rooms and I have a few moments of peace.
I have been holding my middle daughter's mid section for the last few weeks, knowing she was getting really close to swimming, then she took off today. I wouldn't trade the excitement for a trip to the moon. I can't replicate with words the excitement the four of us felt as she turned around to announce she had done it! I actually felt sorry for my husband missing it while he is working, when for the last few weeks I've been so envious of his departure out of our house in the mornings, prompting a need to find full time work again. So with the simple act of swimming, I'm back to loving being a stay at home mom again. Thank you Audrey for learning to swim when I needed it the most!