A week or two ago (actually I have no idea when, since having children my concept of time has become skewed and everything seems about a week or two ago) we were at the YMCA for Cody’s physical therapy swim. He has been doing really well in the poo,l not only strengthening his muscles but learning how to swim. The aquatics director at the Y noticed his improvement and started talking with Cody’s therapist. The next thing I know they are offering us a swimming program called adaptive swim.
Adaptive swim is basically one on one swimming lessons for kids with special needs. It is free with our membership just like normal swimming lessons. They are offering it to us three times a week instead of the usual two (I am not sure why but I am also not asking.) The instructors have been working with Cody’s PT swim therapist so they are aware of his abilities and limitations. Cody loves it! And did I mention it’s free? We pay $140 an hour for PT every other week and only $70 for the swim PT during the off weeks since it is a thirty minute session. This seriously adds up. Being able to drop the swim PT while getting six times more for free is truly a beautiful thing.
The only downside is that I have to face my borderline phobia of public bathrooms/changing rooms more often. The YMCA has family changing rooms so we are offered some privacy but still – yuck. I am constantly harping on the boys not to touch the floor, not to let their towels touch the floor, and for God’s sakes how many times do I have to tell you to get your hand off the door handle, we are not all dressed yet! By the time we are all dressed I am a nervous wreck and want to burn any and all articles of clothing that may or may not have touched any surface of the room.
Oh and the toilets, don’t get me started! All the family changing rooms have one of those automatic flushing toilets. Fine, I don’t have to foot flush and worry about my flip flop falling in the bowl, except these ones must have been designed by a very enthusiastic toilet engineer because it does not just flush, it FLUSHES. The thing practically explodes in a fountain of water, spraying up and out in all directions. And it does this just a fraction of a second before you are done with your business. It is truly horrifying.
I know that the benefits of adaptive swim outweigh my issues with public facilities so we will keep going. I have found some self preservation to be essential to my wellbeing. First off, before any swim day I purposely dehydrate myself to minimize the need to use the YMCA’s bidet. I get Cody in his suit at home so all he has to do is shower before his lesson. I bring new and hopefully exciting books to lure Carter to hang out with me poolside so he does not want to swim. It is so much easier to change only one child (plus then I don’t have to go in the pool.) I feel guilt about this every time we go but justify my lack luster performance in this area with the fact that I do other amazingly motherly things like baking banana bread and always knowing where their favorite stuffed animal is.
So when the boys grow up Carter falls in the ocean and starts to sinks like a stone due to his lack of childhood swimming at least I can toss him his stuffed hippo to use as a flotation device along with a Ziploc baggie of banana bread to stave off his hunger while the coast guard come to his rescue.