this morning when i picked up my eldest twin from his morning swimming, i could see something was a bit wrong. he looked like kind of wanting to cry and stressed. so i asked him what’s wrong. first he said it’s nothing. then i tried to persuade him more, then he broke down into tears…. he said the session was so hard and he felt sick. not normally himself like this. i don’t know it is because he has a bit of cough and cold and doesn’t feel 100% well or it’s because the drill itself.
but i do feel sorry for him. personally i think swimming is a tough sport. especially in the winter like this when you can’t seem to wake up and then you gotta be ready by the pool as early as 5am jumping into a freezing cold water when outside is still pitch dark. i guess sometimes it is hard especially for an eleven years old.
as a mother i sometimes practice tough love to my boys. even though deep down in my heart i want to tell them not to go but i know that’s not the way out. quitting or giving up is not the answer. and neither of them wanting to quit, they just have bad days sometimes. and it’s ok to have bad days.
so, keep fighting and believing, even when all hope seems lost. because you never know when your bad day could turn out to be your best day!