Today I took my daughter , who is almost two years old, to her first swim class. As I packed our suits and towels into their bag before we left for the pool, I thought a bit about what I hoped we would achieve in the class. I have no mile-high aspirations for Brielle to be an Olympic swimmer or cross the English Channel. I don't care if she learns a perfect sidestroke or dives like Greg Louganis. What I do hope for her is that she learns to trust her body, to know what it can do for her and how to make it strong. I want her to be confident and bold. I want her to always feel as comfortable in a two piece as she did today - not because of how she looks, but because she's too busy having fun to notice. I want her to feel the physical joy of exercise and the camaraderie of the class. I want her to know the exhilaration of a little friendly competition - even if it is just with her mom. I want her to savor the success of setting a goal and achieving it. I want her to enjoy the sweet, deep sleep that comes at the end of a day full of activity. At the end of the class, we both stepped out of the pool, sopping wet and smiling from ear to ear. Driving home, we sang the songs we learned in the class and I thought about those goals. I think they're good ones - not just for a two year old, but for all of us.
AUTHOR: Cara Krupa