Swimming in Kid Stew

poolMy kids love the water. The minute we say the magic word, “bath time,” they’re up the stairs at breakneck speeds, shedding clothing along the way. It’s actually quite impressive the way my kids can strip and run at the same time.

On occasion we are able to get our shit together and take them to the pool on the weekend. It’s been awhile since we got our shit together. This past weekend we managed it. My kids are fearless in the water. Well, my son is fearless, my daughter is mostly fearless. Apparently this is unusual. I feel like I have to be hyper-vigilant with them or else they’ll disappear underwater, huge grin in place, and drown without noticing that’s what they’re doing.

There are two completely unrelated questions that always go through my mind whenever we take our kids to the pool.

  1. What is the pee/snot/sweat to water ratio today?
  2. How do some of these parents bathe their children when a single drop of water on their little faces cause meltdowns of epic proportions?

I try not to think about that first one but I still feel like I’m swimming in luke warm kid stew.

I don’t mind pondering the second question because, to be brutally honest, it makes me feel like a superior parent. My kids are brave, other kids are cowards. Clearly I’m doing something right, and let’s face it, some days you just need to hold onto anything that makes you feel like you’re doing this parenting gig the right way.

What gives you the inner glow of feeling like a successful parent?

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About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home. I love Mondays because I can return to the world of adults, go to the bathroom alone and have nearly uninterrupted conversations with others.
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10 Responses to Swimming in Kid Stew

  1. momtimes4 says:

    Wow! That pool looks awesome! You are impressive for taking them to the pool!

  2. sillyliss says:

    My kids HATE the water. It’s amazing that they like bathtime, but if a drop of water gets in their eyes, it’s screamtime. Maybe they have sensitive eyes like me — water always burns my eyes. I took Emilia to swimming lessons for a while, but I hated it as much as she did. She cried through them all. All hope is lost.

    What do I do right? Hmm. That’s a good question. I’ll have to get back to you on that. The only thing that comes to mind is that I overcome a lot of social anxiety to take them places that I really don’t want to go — birthday parties, playdates, etc.

  3. So here’s my question: how is my son both a lover of the water AND the little weiner who cries when a droplet of bath water goes past the forehead boundary?! Now for your question…hmmm…my inner glow is basically a side effect of too much red wine, but I do enjoy when my kids say please and thank you loudly enough for other people to hear. Who raises polite kids?! This drunk girl here!

  4. rossmurray1 says:

    Gonna brag here: My son plays basketball. He’s in his final year of high school and he’s good. But he hasn’t always responded well to defeat or criticism. Tonight his team was beaten in their last home game, the playoff final, by a good point spread even though it was a tough, well-fought game. Instead of pouting or sulking or blaming it on others, he took the loss with dignity. I’m a papa a-glo-glow.

    • That deserves a minimum of a week of glowing! I hope my kid will learn that one day…. now he just throws a temper tantrum when he loses. Then again, he’s only 4 so I probably need a few more years of concentrated effort on this one!

  5. Lynette says:

    What makes me feel successful are those rare wonderful days where all 3 kids and I are working together to get stuff done – no crying, no fussing, no instant brother blame game. (The olders are notorious for instantly blaming their twin for causing the situation, ugh – someone else might have started it, but you perpetuated it… but I digress) These days are rare jewels that I hold dear to my heart and hope one day to make a tiara out of.

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