Little Swimmer

Little else says "my son is growing up" like seeing him swim ALONE with only the aid of two yellow swimmies. What happened to propping him up in his Little Tykes car float, when our highest concern was keeping his hat on his head and the sun off of his gorgeous, white skin? That was just last year. And now he's jumping in and puttering around the pool while I nostalgically watch (watch--not help), carefully cataloging each kick, knowing that the next step is assuredly watching from the window while he drives away in his big tykes car ALONE.
I don't know where the time goes, but wherever it goes, it gets there too fast.

Swim, little one. Mommy will be in the pool with arms open for your jump.