Doting dad's memoires
October 9th 2006 21:44
Doting Dad
It is a great feeling to be a doting dad. I was lucky with my son who came late into my life. (Adopted from Korea). While I can't claim his direct genes I can hold myself up responsible for a good part of his development toward adulthood.
At an early age he was trying to follow in my footsteps and as I lead a bit of an adveturous life it almost cost him his a couple of times.
I love the water and I am happiest when I am around it. My son's first swimming adventure happened when he was still toddling in nappies. I was cleaning the pool and he decided to come to me by walking on water!
Next he came for a dive with me off a 10 metre springboard. I was holding him in my arms as I bounced and jumped. He slipped through my arms as I hit the water. I was going down fast and he was going up and could not swim. He survived.
Next we are at a resort and he decided this swimming thing was quite the caper. Now almost 4 years old and a survivor of several drowning attempts by his dodting dad, he donned some flippers, a mask and snorkel. Then he walked to the pool edge and flung himself into the water. Luckily I was two steps behind him and managed to haul his wet arse out of there. Trying not to kill myself laughing.
Eventualy he has his swimming lessons and joins the local swim club that I belonged to in my youth. He trains hard, up and down the pool doing breastroke, freestyle, butterfly and his most hated backstroke. He starts to win some school carnivals, some regional races and a few club and interclub races. he is hooked.
Next he decides its time to challenge his old dad! Its a breastroke race with a handicap start system.
Tomorrow we will continue.
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