I have a poor memory. However, there are certain moments that are ingrained in that little bit of storehouse of my memory banks.
I was reading a Yahoo article this morning. It was titled, Drowning Looks Different Than You Think. It quickly brought back an image from early motherhood that sends shivers when I think of it almost 30 years later. This is a photo of Tiffany's first swim lesson. She's on the far left.
Tiffany was not yet four years old. Peggy of Musings of Meggie and I decided to take Aquacise, a class being taught by a neighbor while our kids took swimming lessons in the other half of the large pool. I would look over every so often to see how Tif was doing. There were about seven children with two teachers. It wasn't enough.
I looked over at one point to see Tiffany going under and the teachers occupied with another child, not noticing that she had disappeared underwater. She didn't scream. She couldn't. I could see the top of her head and I immediately started trying to run over. Do you know you can't run in water? I felt like everything was in slow motion until I finally found my voice to scream and get over to her. The teachers swung their attention over to her and pulled her up before I got to her and poor Tif was sputtering and crying.
She didn't learn to swim that summer. When she was in grade school, her friends were joining a swim program and she decided to do it, too. Tiffany eventually became a very accomplished and graceful swimmer winning quite a few swimming ribbons and trophies in high school. She was also part of a synchronized swimming team.
However, her early start in water was frightening and as this Yahoo article mentioned, drowning victims often cannot yell for help.