I went swimming with my daughter tonight. She protested and complained, then set her head down and powered off ahead of me. By using every bit if my strength I managed to stay just a body length behind her.
She’s 10. Will be 11 in less than a week mind, but still. I trod water in the pool and for a moment had a glimpse of a future where I’m not always the carer, not always the expert, and sometimes my children will only need me to look on and admire. It was not an uncomfortable moment. I’m almost ready for those changes.
My son went round the indoor river without needing to touch down, just grabbing me at the end to take deep shuddering recharging breaths and I felt myself recharging as he relied on me for a moment. It won’t be so long before he’s outpacing me too. He’s all of 7 years old. On PhotoShop he can do things with images that I can’t begin to imagine where to start with.
I don’t know where in me I’m finding the calm to take these changes on board. Perhaps it’s because after we’d swum I came back to a much smaller person who does still very need me. And I like that too.




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