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I
recently started taking swimming lessons with my kids.
Yes, that's right. Not taking my kids TO swimming lessons or watching them swim
AT lessons. I’m actually learning to swim right alongside them.
Me. With my kids. Who are 5 years old and 7 years old.
If that
sounds like it might be a tad bit
embarrassing - you're right - it is! I mean, one minute our instructor is
teaching my little ones to blow bubbles in the pool and bob their heads
underwater. And the next – she’s teaching me how to get from Point A to Point B
in the same pool without dying. I am quite literally a full-grown adult who
doesn’t really know how to keep herself afloat.
During
our first lesson my instructor said she wanted to teach me how to breathe. I
won’t lie – I almost asked her to clarify, because I wasn’t sure I heard her
correctly. I KNEW how to breathe. Swimming was what I needed – breathing I had
been doing just fine for years. However - she being the teacher, and me being
the adult taking swimming lessons with her kids – I decided I should just comply.
She told
me to inhale deeply, submerge my entire head in the water, blow out for three
strokes, come back up to the surface with another deep inhale, and then repeat.
Easy, I thought. Until I did it, and it was hard.
My timing
was completely off. While I was under water, I ran out of air well before I
could swim the full three strokes, but then again – who could even COUNT to
three when I had to focus on breathing?! Then, when I came back up for my
inhale, I panicked and ended up gasping for air and swallowing a bunch of water
instead.
It was a
mess. And I thought, “Whaddya know? Maybe I DO need to learn how to breathe
after all.”
She halted our lesson right there, explaining that we just needed to get back to
the basics. She took me through some exercises that taught me the ins and outs
of breathing (so to speak). She said that when I inhaled and exhaled, I would
really need to inhale and exhale. Like truly, GENUINELY inhale and exhale.
Because if I didn’t – if I didn’t completely fill my lungs with air and then
completely empty it all out - my breathing would feel rushed, forced and
compromised. It would feel like I was hyperventilating!
She also
assured me that, while the timing and counting of breaths and strokes may have
seemed like a lot to do at once …. with enough practice … all of it would
eventually just CLICK and come naturally to me. I wouldn’t even have to think
about it – it’d be like walking, or riding a bike or – yes – breathing.
Now,
here’s where adult swimming lessons becomes a metaphor for LIFE.
Life gets
so complicated sometimes. By me. I complicate life. And sometimes, I just
need to slow down and re-learn the things I thought I’d always known how to do.
Sometimes I just need to get back to the basics. The simple rhythm of
taking it all in – fully – and then letting it go – completely. At one point in
my existence, this may have come more naturally to me. But then things got more
complicated. Growing up and responsibilities and marriage and children and
families and struggles and fears and anxieties that I never realized I even
had. They started taking over – DOMINATING – and, quite frankly, I panicked
through so much of it. I had forgotten a lot of what I thought I knew to be true
and solid and trustworthy ... which left me flailing, struggling,
choking, gasping for air and wondering ... WHAT HAPPENED? Why was this all so
hard all of a sudden??!
I was a grown adult, struggling to keep herself afloat.
But here
I am. I am learning. Again. I'm learning that faith – like breathing - takes
work and it takes practice. You can forget what it’s like to feel that sweet
release and FREEDOM of stepping out in faith - but you can also find it again.
You can.
As old or as “too late” as it may feel – it’s really never too late for any of
us to learn.
During my
last lesson, my teacher asked me to join her in the deep end to practice
treading water. I used to HATE the deep end when I was little, and I still kind
of hate it. But I followed her and watched as she showed me how to kick my legs
like egg beaters and wave my arms in and out to tread above the surface. And
then she casually asked me to get out of the water and jump in. As in, jump in the DEEP END.
We went
back and forth about this for a bit. I asked important questions like, “What? Jump? Off the edge? Now? Me?” and she kept answering with annoying responses like
“Yes. You. Now. Go.”
So I
climbed up that ladder, out of the pool and onto the cold, slippery edge. I had
flashbacks of when I was little and would stand at the end of the diving
board, digging my bare feet into the coarse platform – watching as my
instructor below tried to coax me into jumping. The world seemed so much bigger back then and I felt small and unable to make that leap. I hardly ever jumped off the diving board as a kid – no matter
how hard my instructors, friends and parents tried to get me to. ONE TIME, someone who I won’t name (but she
is one of my two parents) CLIMBED UP the diving board in her civilian clothes
and PUSHED me off herself! But that is a blog for another time.
Fast
forward to present time.
I stood
at the edge of the deep end and made a mental decision that I was just going to
do it. I was going to jump. And I must’ve known in my heart that my instructor
wouldn’t let me die and that I could trust in the fact that everything I knew told
me that I would rise back up to the surface – even if it didn’t feel natural or
if I had doubts. Even if I was scared. I seemed to know in my gut that it would
be fine. I had faith … and that felt good.
And …. lo
and behold I jumped in, relaxed my body and felt it RISE UP. I rose straight up
to the top by doing nothing expect believing I would. And as soon
as my head came out of the water, my legs instinctively began kicking like eggs
beaters and my arms waved and I kept myself afloat.
Whaddya
know? All this time. I am a grown adult who can keep herself afloat.
There’s a
saying: everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear. I know fear
is natural and in so many cases, it's even helpful. We learn things through our
fears. We grow. Sometimes we're protected by our fears. They are normal and
they make us human.
But, oh,
how I want to live more on that "other side." The side where I can participate in life with more
intention and confidence and freedom and faith. The side where anxiety is not
the master, where I can stand toe to toe with fear, where the inside of my mind
more accurately matches the inside of my heart.