Don’t get me wrong, I love swimming. I find it meditative. But that’s when I’m doing lengths on my own. It’s just me and the water and my mind quietens. Swimming with the girl is entirely different and not at all meditative.
Ok the joy of watching the girl grow in confidence in the water in wonderful, and the socialising with the other mums is great. But some days I just don’t want have to get wet to do it.
Why? Oh you know… There’s the trying to get changed before the girl flings open the door to the communal changing room, then there’s the getting cold and have I mentioned getting cold oh and staying cold for hours. So while I don’t hate it, some days I don’t relish it. Today was one of those days!
Today the Gods were with me … she went swimming with another parent. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼. I very gratefully watched her from the comfort of the cafe, in the warm. I drank coffee, I started knitting a tension square, I could be proud and warm at the same time.
I still don’t know what to do with the yarn. It’s ‘too nice’ you know that feeling? Like the dinner service you keep for best. But at least now I know how many stitches and rows it’ll take to knit whatever it is. It feels summery some how. So I’ll wait I guess until the whatever it is comes to me. Ommmm 🙏🏼❤️