Today the babe and I went on our first mother-daughter swimming date. Just her and I. I thought we needed something special to do that we could look forward to every weekend. I wanted to plan something we could do together that was fun, active and easy. While we have sporadically gone on dates in the past, I have not been good about ensuring they occur with any regularity. And they certainly haven't been anything as cool as swimming.
There is an amazing indoor public pool in our neighborhood and I have only taken advantage of it once (with the little guy). It has been a long time since the babe and I swam together and I want to teach her to love and respect the water. I grew up in the pool and have always felt at home in the water. And watching the babe today it was clear that she is ready to embrace it as well. She kept kicking, moving her arms and copying the other kids who were swimming without their parent's help. She was brave and dunked her head under the surface numerous times. It scared the you know what out of her but she did it again and again.
When it was time to go, we bundled up in our towels, thanked the lifeguard, showered together, and got dressed. There were no tantrums or melt downs of any kind.