Lessons from the High Dive, Part 1
I was splashing in the baby pool with Maggie a few days ago when suddenly a distant flash of blue caught my eye.
As I turned my gaze from my ruffle-suited little girl to the deep end of the swimming pool, I spied him.
A dot atop the high dive, my three-year-old was poised to jump. Clad with confidence in his faded tie-dye life jacket, Joshua bent his knees and flung himself off the board, then promptly flapped his arms like a chicken and squawked until he hit the water (we’ve always known this kid is unique!)
The high dive may be a source of excitement for my three-and-a-half -year -old, but for me, it is a vivid reminder that little boys don’t stay little very long. (Today- the high dive. Tomorrow- a driver’s license. The next day- a moving truck).
My son’s graduation to the BIG BOARD beckons me to treasure these years as if they were mere minutes on the clock of life. Before I know it, my little ones will be poised to make a splash in the deep waters ofthe big world without me (and yours will too).
It’s difficult to find well-informed people in this particular subject, but you seem like you know what you’re talking about!
Thanks
Oh my! I can’t believe he did that on his own!!!! We just went to the water park last night and the two big kids were tall enough this year to go on the waterslides! What fun (until the thunder and lightening made is leave)!!! But yes, just another milestone in the brief lives with us – great reminder!
~Robin 🙂