My third swimming lesson almost every day is a group of six adorable, smart, and observant children in "older pre." They are four or five years old. They can swim three strokes correctly and do at least 200 yards every day. They have whole thoughts that actually make sense, but I taught them the word astonishing today. There are four little boys and two little girls. I start every lesson with them same way and I have done so for the last eleven weeks.
Step 1- sit on the white part (in the gutter) so your feet are all the way in the water.
Step 2- show me some big splashing kicks (to get wet)
Step 3- show me some nice underwater kicks (because they need to practice/be reminded to keep their legs straight on flutter kick)
Step 4- show me some beautiful breastroke kicks
Today one of the boys asked me why I always call the breastroke kicks beautiful. Kids are so awkward. They are so strange. They say and do really weird things all the time, but at the age of four and five they can knock you right over with a simple question. I told him that they are smooth and pretty and I like them. I love breastroke kick actually. I think it is gorgeous. When you do it right it looks like you are breaking your knees, but it feels like you are flying. It is impossible to explain, but so obvious once you get it. It is one of very few strokes where you can do more/second without going any faster. It makes only a very small splash, but can propel you more than ten yards. I love it.
Swimming in general astonishes me with its grace, but I have to admit I am genuinely in love with a lot of weird things. Breastroke kick is only one. Names. Words. Guild Wars. Orange. Trivia. If you can find things in life that you are honestly in love with you will be able to see the beauty. I am not really one for travelling a lot or going on massive adventures because I've never really experienced the wanderlust so many people describe. I am just fascinated by my life. I saw a three year-old boy get so lost in his own hands today that he almost drowned himself. That's my life. I find the beauty in breastroke kicks and imagine that every person on the street was the one who saved my life.
I have been depressed before, but I truly have a happy center. I have bad days and good days, but the details of every moment usually surprise me. I didn't start life out contented (I was a terrible baby), but somewhere along the way I saw that we are generally lucky. We, as humans, can see the beauty in whatever or whoever we want.