I made a trip to our local public pool this past week. Shannon had friends going and I thought it’d be a nice change-up from my mom & dad’s pools. Off we went the few blocks with our little bag, change-purse loaded for the required 10-minute breaks each hour.
Unlike me, the pool hasn’t changed much. Years ago they took out both diving boards and the slide due to safety concerns. Yet now they’ve added back a low-dive, a covered slide, and a basketball goal.
The crowd consisted mostly of parents with young kids -- like us. Shannon and her friends enjoyed jumping into the shallow end, walking around on their hands in the baby pool, and the Doritos & M&Ms during break time.
What I enjoyed? The fact that I wasn’t self-conscious about myself in a swim suit. I was oddly, uncharacteristically accepting of my body. I didn’t worry about what other mothers thought of me, or the local male coaches that run the pool and its concession stand. I didn’t care a bit what other people thought; just simply enjoyed the sunshine, the conversation, and watching my daughter have fun.
It seems I’m slowly but surely quieting these snarky bitches in my head. It’s a nice change-up.