Let the Swim Season Begin...

Aidan had his very first swim team practice this morning. SWIM TEAM! My little boy who became famous at the Y for his screaming tantrums of rage at each and every swim lesson is now a member of a swim team. He did laps today. Laps! Some of those laps required the assistance of a kickboard, but still! Laps! It's enough to make a mother cry tears of joy.

Oh, yes I did. Tears welled up in my eyes watching my five year old attempt laps today. Tears of pride. Tears of joy. Tears of how far we have come. I also have a little habit of just getting a wee bit overwhelmed with emotion when I see my children happy. Today was such a day. I watched the boys swim the morning away. After Aidan finished swim team practice, I watched Brennan and Aidan move over to swim lessons while Griffin was content to splash on the pool stairs. We enjoyed lunch in the beautiful summer weather. And all three boys were almost eager for an afternoon rest. All of it - just joyful, perfect summer fun.

Of course it didn't start out that way. The other side of not so much summer fun? I opened my day this morning with taking out a bag of garbage into the garage, missing a step on the stairs, and falling three steps into a giant bin of toys. I have a bruise the size of Texas on my ass and it still hurts to sit down. I realized after I managed to get myself out of the toy bin that I had also locked myself out of the house.

But at least the day got better, right?