So many summers I’ve spent watching kids in swimming pools, reacting or not reacting to the calls of “Mommy, watch this…” over and over. There’s such a peacefulness about baking in the sun or standing in the water watching kids bounce and splash. It’s one time when the noise of happy play is part of the atmosphere around you.
My youngest grandchild has learned to jump off the side of the pool, laughing at the thrill of it all. How many more jumps will I watch her make? The diving board is next. All eight are now leaping into water with the impetuousness of youth. Ages 3 to 16 splash with equal delight.
Today, I was going through pictures and found photos of my own children, frozen in a moment of pure joy.
My oldest at 9, leaping with complete abandon…
My middle girl on her 7th birthday, trying a twisting move in the air…
My youngest daughter at 4, flying like the big kids…
My son at 5 1/2, jumping with all the enthusiasm for life he always had…
And, I remember that I jumped with such joy when I was young. I can feel the air underneath me now before I hit the water. Watching my next generations takes me back and moves me forward. May we always remember that incredible feeling of flying with nothing to fear and only joy in our hearts. Happy summer memories…
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