The day it ends - is my favorite. I don't care if we win or loose. It is always a very long season. We miss so many other summer activities because of swim team. I had wanted to go to National Right to Life convention this year with the older kids but they preferred to stay home and go to the invitational meets. I hate that we missed that opportunity because of something so focused on an activity that by now I am sick and tired of.
I hope that my kiddos have learned to be gracious winners as well as losers. I know it didn't always appear that way. When one child switched events she cried and cried. Some might think it was because she lost but it was because she DQed. She was mad at herself. This bothered me so much. I don't want to encourage swimming if it brings our the worst in all of us. Another situation is with a swimmer that is competing with my swimmer and the parents are mean about it. I found at the end I didn't care if my child had a best time, I only wanted to make sure my swimmer beat the other swimmer. I was bad about it in the end. That isn't getting me to heaven.
Apparently there is a young man on another team that is a fabulous swimmer, he was in the 11/12 year old boy category this year. He dominates, I am told, at most of the strokes. Our boys fear swimming against him and so did his own team mates. My son Pickle would watch him and he told me that he really admires this young man. This guy would swim his hardest every time. He would get out of the water before the others reached the end. He would stop before walking to towel off. He would turn and shake hands with those that competed against him. He would tell them good things he noticed about their swims and thank them for swimming. I never saw this kid but he has impressed on me the real reason why we swim.
Thank you to that random 12 year old young man that showed so much class and respect to his peers. We all needed that lesson. May God Bless you and May we learn to be a blessing to others and not just another swimmer.