Tonight was Cinderella's last swimming lesson. Being 4, she finally got to do lessons without mommy or daddy in the water with her, and with kids her own age instead.
Out of all the kids in her group (and there were at least 12 of them), she was the only one who didn't pass.
The only one.
From day one, I knew she wouldn't. This didn't come as a surprise. The instructors can't pass a child who won't put her head in the water, and I knew Cinderella wouldn't. She has made that perfectly clear on many occasions.
Still, having the foreknowledge didn't numb me completely upon receiving the news. While I was mentally prepared, my heart still twitched and pounded a little harder.
I wanted to defend my little girl; I wanted to explain things. I want to take Cinderella swimming every day and try to coax her under, try to pry her feet up off of the bottom of pool, and make her prove to herself that she can at least doggie paddle to get around in the water.
But I didn't, and I won't. I simply sat quietly and smiled. I congratulated her on a job well done, and had her thank her instructor for teaching her how to swim.
Honestly? She's clueless.
She had fun with kids her own age. She splashed and jumped and did almost everything her instructor asked her to do, as long as it didn't involve putting her head under the water. She was compliant and attentive. She had a blast.
Isn't that enough to celebrate? Isn't that enough to ask of a four year old?
It has been over 100 degrees here for the past 3 days.
The rest of the week is supposed to cool off, though. Into the 90's. High 90's, to be exact, though with hardly any humidity.
85 degrees is about my maximum heat tolerance. Add in humidity, and my threshold drops dramatically.
Prince Charming, however, LOVES heat. He GLORIES in it. He THRIVES in it.
Me? I just hole myself up in my air conditioned house.
I am thankful that there is relatively little humidity where I live. I don't know how my brother- and sister-in-law handle living in Texas. I would have melted a long time ago.
The only good thing about heat (that I can see) is the amount of yummy, sweet, fresh produce the heat manages to bring with it.
Like, peaches, for instance.
I am CRAVING peaches right now. And nectarines. That sweet, juiciness is calling to me, even as I type. I could eat at least three in a sitting.
Unfortunately, Washington peaches aren't quite ready yet, so I'm paying more to satisfy my craving than I usually would. I am eagerly anticipating the first Saturday that peaches show up at my farmer's market. I could probably buy a box a week, but I won't.
Until then, I will just be miserable. With no local peaches to ease the prickliness of the heat. And less grocery money per week to spend on popsicles.