The Summer My Husband Learned to Swim

She appeared at our poolside almost as an optical illusion.  Blonde, very tall, muscular and incredibly fit, in a skimpy bikini, looking like a walking, talking, smiling ad for the benefits of cross training.  She came to our house to give swimming lessons to my grandchildren.  We tried not to look surprised as she introduced herself. At the end of an hour, she had my grandkids cutting their way up and down the length of our pool like sleek fish.  She smiled a lot and offered constant praise and enthusiasm.  We were definitely impressed.

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After two lessons with my grandchildren, my daughter casually turned to my husband, “Dad, why don’t YOU take lessons with her?”

My husband’s first instincts to a request to do something are generally negative.  This time, there was no hesitation.  “Not a bad idea,” he replied.  Within minutes, he’d scheduled a lesson with Wonder Woman.

Heretofore, I would have described my husband as a lethargic swimmer.  He’d take a few slow, strokes then gradually stop moving.  He rarely used his legs, and barely used his arms.  When it came to floating on his back, he’d immediately sink like a lead weight.

Within two lessons, Wonder Woman (WW) had him swimming laps and easily finding buoyancy on his back. I watched some of the lessons from an upstairs window as he followed her every move. I’d never seen him try to please anyone the way he tried to please WW.  I marveled at his transformation.

The highlight of the lessons I observed was when WW instructed him how to kick and use his legs while swimming.  At the shallow end of the pool, she flipped over on her stomach.  Except  for the narrow piece of fabric between her legs, she looked naked.  Gloriously naked!  Here was a woman who celebrated every inch of her body, and a man who was only too happy to join in the celebration. WW has a  butt unlike any I’d ever seen at a beach or pool.  My husband’s eyes were glued to his instructor.

That was the day he learned to truly Swim.

 

Now, whenever he can, he swims and practices daily.  Happily.  Eagerly.  With passion.  I cannot recommend a WW enough for a male whose stroke has lost its zip.

5 thoughts on “The Summer My Husband Learned to Swim

  1. Good choice of photos Dianne. They illustrated your point very well :-). It’s hard to learn to swim when you’re “older” so Danny should be proud of himself!

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