In the summer at Molly’s school, the classes walk over to the Goodman Pool and have a swimming lesson. They ask parents to volunteer to come with them because, as we learned today, it’s a bit of a chaotic process. Very un-Montessori. And super fun and impressive. The best part for me, though, was how excited she was to have us there. I know this probably sounds dumb, but I really wasn’t expecting that. She wanted me to be her partner on the walk there and back! And even though she generally refuses to hold my hand, she willingly held on tight the whole way. It was dreamy. It made me feel like the most important person on the planet. [And side note: holy cow is that pool nice!] Anyway, while the whole ordeal – getting the kids to the pool, in the pool, out of the pool, changed, back to school – took about one hundred hours for an under-thirty-minute lesson, I pretty much loved every minute of it. Happy summer!
Wonderful
How very neat. I know how you feel. I went to Erin’s school on her special day. She introduced me as her favorite grandma who had knit her the sweater she was wearing. I believe I floated for the rest of the day.
That’s amazing!!