Teaching swim lessons used to mean a couple of cute swim suits, a hat, a few bottles of sunscreen and an awesome pair of sunglasses. I would teaching standing in thigh deep water, or teaching advanced kids from the deck, and attempting to stay as dry as possible for as long as possible.
That was 17 years ago.
Now swim lessons means Dad keeping Xman at the pool, packing books, food, diapers, & milk, cramming my body into a swim suit that would have fit well about 5 years ago, crawling on my hands and knees in a 18 inches of water, no sunscreen needed because we are teaching at an indoor pool, but it is also colder because the sun is not beating down on you.
We are three days in and I have raw knees, cut feet, and I think I am allergic to my swim suit and chlorine ...
I enjoy teaching little ones to swim and I am pretty good at it ... imagine that ... after only 17 years! When we moved back I was teaching swim lessons to make extra money in the summer. Since I have started teaching high school, every year I said it was my last year. The last few years, it has been a necessity. I am hoping that I will quit teaching lessons all day every week before I am 40! (Notice how I am already giving myself some outs there!) Pray for me ...
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