My son missed his first event and the official in white scratched him out of his only other one. Then he was lectured by the meet administrator. “Wow. This is harsh! Not at all like T-Ball,” I thought.
Should your swimmer only swim, or participate in several sports? As a swim mom for almost 15 years, I’ve had this conversation on the pool deck over and over.
“A coach once told me that his favorite swim parents are the ones who jump in and help–wherever they are needed–and don’t expect anything in return. Keep that in mind, especially at swim meets.”
Maybe there are perfect swim parents out there, but some of us need to remember that swimming offers many life lessons. Step back, let your kids learn and have fun. You will, too. Here are three tips on what swim parents should never do…
After 15 years as an age group swim mom, this is my first year as a parent of a college swimmer. I love both roles, but there are big differences between the two. Especially at swim meets.
After being a swim mom for 15 years, I thought I knew everything there was to know about swim meets. Then, I decided to take the big plunge and dive in.
Stop and smell the chlorine. To reach the collegiate level in any sport is a wonderful achievement. You don’t get there by chance, but by the choices you make every day. Be proud.
“I have been a swim mom for as long as I can remember. Early mornings, wet towels, and broken goggles have been mainstays of my life for more than 13 years.”
#3 – They don’t argue about bedtime.
When athletes are out of the spotlight and alone with their thoughts many face the same demons that plaque us all.
It is dark outside. Many kids are enjoying their last week of sleeping in. But for the swimmer, today is a new beginning. It is a new season. The sun has not risen and the pool glistens with possibilities.
Bucket lists are all the rage these days, so here is my version for swim moms (and dads).
August is often the time athletes select clubs for the coming year. Here are a few swim mom tips for helping your child navigate the sometimes murky waters of club selection.
“My dad is better than your dad” has instigated playground fights since Woolly Mammoths roamed playscapes. By calling my dad “the best swim dad of all time,” I don’t mean to pick a fight: I am simply celebrating my own father with a superlative.