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Friday, June 23, 2006Pool Mom
  I can't deny it. I look like a total Pool Mom. It's funny the roles we take on when we're standing on the sidelines of our children's lives. I've been a Ballet Mom, a Baby-in-the-church-nursery Mom, an Art Student Mom, and, yes, a Pool Mom. The pool in question is a lovely, private pool in the backyard of our swimming instructors' parents' home. I've been taking the children to these two phenomenal women since 1997, minus a year here and there. It's a long drive. On my very first trip, I got lost and we never made it. That seems ages ago. At this point, I feel like I could make the drive blindfolded. So, yes, I've been very committed to making sure my children have received the best swimming instruction possible. It's just that I never meant to look like such a...sigh...Pool Mom. Look at me. Sunglasses. Video camera. Totally suburban posture. In past years, it was even worse. I had to drag all four children to the pool with me, regardless of which ones were actually engaging in swimming lessons. I toted along lunch bags, diaper bag, the occasional homeschooling materials, and a half-gallon water jug, in addition to the requisite beach towel and sun screen. I wasn't usually the one being photographed back then. In fact, I was the only one with a camera. Now that my older children are slowly turning into rabid shutterbugs, they tend to show up -- everywhere -- with their own cameras. Lucky me. I get to be included in the photo line-up. Eric doesn't look like a Pool Dad. He looks like all the other daddies who show up on their lunch breaks -- khaki pants, dress shirts, cell phones. I guess you could call them Corporate Daddies Visiting Swimming Lessons. Come to think of it, I'd rather be a Pool Mom. Spencer wins the Cute Award, though. Orange popsicle and all. (Hey, I'm a Pool Mom. How could I say "no" to the orange popsicle on the last day of swimming lessons?) Pool Moms don't wear bathing suits, though. So my Pool Mom status does not translate into weekends of swimming with my family. I just wanted to clear that one up for you. Have a glorious weekend! Labels: parenting |
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I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
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8of my readers are feeling chatty:
You look so beautiful Jill! You really are a beautiful woman on the inside and on the out. I love the "Pool Mom" look!! The picture of Eric and Spencer is perfect!
Btw.....was just chatting with Greg on the phone when he told me that he read your blog entry from yesterday. He said that he knew I'd like those noodles. LOL I still cannot believe that my hubby reads your blog! That didn't read right, but you know what I mean.....lol
Pool mom?
One week a year you make a trip to swimming lessons, sit in the shade - FIJI water in tow.
I may not be pool Dad that week. But ask any of our kids who is Pool Dad (aka Sneaky Fish). Moi!
To set the record straight, I am with the kids at the POOL every Saturday and Sunday from Memorial Day until Labor Day!
How about a post about the real Pool Dad?
You do look kinda pooly in that pic - ugh. Not you. Love you, love of my life.
Lisa,
More guys read Jill's blogs than women. I am not sure I have sorted that out yet in my niave brain. ;)
When I had Blogging Dad blog, more women read my blog than men, so go figure....
You wear that title proud ;)
Just wait until you are a soccer mom.
That entails dragging around a wagon with snacks and drink for the entire team, plunking out big bucks for fees, coaching a game you don't know if you cannot find a coach in time, fundraising (usually means you buy the chocolate), working the concession stand, driving endlessly to other towns you would not visit on a dare otherwise, providing warm clothes for the kids whose parents are so stupid as to send them out in 30 degree weather with a windbreaker, and lugging 16 pounds of water so that the kids do not die on the field. Oh yes, waiting with the poor kids whose parents have forgotten to pick them up from practice.
Now there is a picture you don't want taken.
Pool Dad:
A guy at the bowling alley wearing shades, holding a cue stick.
Uggg...you mean I have to be a pool Mom? Stand in the sun? Deal with the bugs? Uggg. Can't I just drop 'em off while I go shopping?
I am sort of a pool Mum in summer, I drive my kids up to the country club then sit under a tree and watch them until I am bored and tell them it is tim e to leave NOW lol.
That's a great picture of the boys!
I tend to be the dad getting in the pool getting his butt kicked until I've had enough. Then the dunking begins.
Is it really such a bad thing being a "pool mom"?
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