This morning I got a random and wild hair to take my kids swimming. You must know, taking my kids swimming is NEVER my first choice. But, I thought, hey, this could be their ONLY outing for the day. No other pressing plans...let's do it. The sheer joy and excitement that burst forth from their little mouths was adorable. Max ran around screeching "sfimming, I GO sfimming." Maggie, only slightly more cool said, "I want to go swimming, can I go?" So in a
First we stopped at Gramma Dars, and in a SHOCKING turn of events...her door was actually locked. In case you don't know this...Dars door is NEVER locked. Like EVER! But, apparently, today, she was asleep, or upstairs, or whatever, and the door was locked, therefore...we were S.O.L for the swimmin in her pool.
Plan B. Back in the car, children slightly confused, but sadness assuaged by reassurances that we would swim at Gramma and Grandpas. Crisis averted.
Show up at my Mom and Dads...no one to be found. Get ourselves sunscreened up, 'cause word up yo, it be HOT in here!!! Like 109 ridiculous, obnoxious, shoot me in the face HOT! And my little albino baby boy does NOT need the look of boiled lobster, it would most certainly clash with his pretty blue eyes. But, I digress.
We got in the FREEZING A pool (I know, the irony, it wasn't lost on me) and had ourselves a delightful time. Max and Maggie have discovered the joy of floaties, therefore making it possible for them to, umm, well float and swim about freely. We had the best time, just the three of us and the blaze o' the AZ sun. They jumped and jumped and JUMPED and played and swam. I won't lie, it was one of our best swimmy times ever.
Time comes to get out, dry off, get ready to go. I decided that we would sit on the chairs and dry off in the sun. I was sitting on a chair right next to the pool,
I don't know why I looked up, there was no sound, no scream, nothing seemed different, but I looked up to see Maggie looking over the edge saying "Just use your legs and kick Max", in a very calm and matter of fact way. And Max under the water, fighting to get back to the top and start going under again(Maggie hadn't even bothered to yell, HEY, MAX just fell in the pool Mom. NOPE, no courtesy shout out at all.) In the second it took to register...my response was "SHIT." I threw my towell off and ran over to the steps. I didn't even just jump in right there, I RAN TO THE STEPS, got in and grabbed him. He sputtered and burped and cried a little bit as I held him close and comforted him. I then got out of the pool and sat down in the chair, wrapped the towell around him and we cuddled and I loved on him.
Here is what has bothered me...I was not freaked out, I didn't go into total panic mode, I just was like "huh, crap, Max is in the pool, under the water, not good, MUST get him out NOW." And then once I had him, I was totally calm, not all insane and bawly and spazzy and freaked out. Shouldn't I have been more freaked out? What is wrong with me? Should I NOT have been a HOT MESS of neurosis and screams? That can NOT be normal to just be so calm about this. Almost as if I hadn't just witnessed my sons near drowning at all. But a mere fall and scrape o' the knee instead. And yet.... it was a VERY REAL experience, and it could have had a horrible ending. Thankfully it didn't. Am I broken? Am I really totally broken? 'Cause I sort of feel like I might be. There may be such a thing as TOO laid back. Or MAYBE I'm obsessing over nothing, and it's all just fine. I don't know. So, what do you think?
I know that all that REALLY matters is that he IS fine, that nothing tragic did happen. It matters that I WAS there and I did act quickly. Thankfully my sweet, silly, destructive, bottomless pit, sucker loving, LOUD Maximus Prime is just fine. He's perfect and happy and played the afternoon away.
This is his "silly" face, and for whatever reason, it cracks me up EVERYTIME!
He lurved him some coconut frozen yogurt. Just love his little kewpy doll mouth.
Flat floaties and shallow ends,