Sunday, February 9

A note for my swimmer.

Dear Bentley,

I know this weekend was a little disappointing for you.  You worked very hard the last few weeks, swam miles, so that maybe, just maybe, you could make one more state qualifying time.  It didn't happen.  You were so very, very close.  We like to think that if we work very hard, we will be able to achieve whatever we aim for.  The world will tell you that life works that way.  You were reminded that this isn't always the case.  Sometimes it just isn't meant to be.  It doesn't mean you shouldn't work so hard; it just means that you keep working hard.  I can't wait to see you swim in the state swim meet in two weeks.  I love to watch you swim, no matter how you do or where you place.  This is why:

Swimming brings out such a responsible side of you!  You check your arm, you check the boards, you check the lanes, you line yourself up, and you wait your turn.  We never have to question whether or not you are where you need to be.  You are.  It is fun to watch.

You swim with your heart.  You love to swim, and it shows.  You may not be the fastest swimmer, but you are a clean swimmer.  I cannot even remember the last time you were disqualified.

You have grown so much.  I remember the five-year-old that was so fearful of deep water that we had to pay for private swim lessons. Where did that little boy go?  Just this week, you worked on your diving form in practice.
 This weekend, you nailed it.  Just look at this dive of yours.  Unbelievable.
 And when it's not your best stroke, you still give it your all.  Impressive.
 But this is mostly why I love swim.  Your friendships.  You cheer for each other, even when you're representing different teams.  You watch out for each other, and you get excited for each other.  I caught this moment behind the block.  You had just finished your final race of the day.  It was almost Charlie's turn.  Both you and Dane stopped to give him a pep talk.  These are your summer swim buddies.  These are the boys we spend the entire month of June with.  These relationships are worth it.
Oh, and your 100 Fly is unbelievable.

I love you, buddy, and I love to watch you swim.

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