“Beach we have two options we can stay and try as long as you want forgetting about swim team for tonight or you can do one last try and we can go but we are already late.”
“She had lessons before and someone said she was ready for swim team, right?” The coach questions.
“A long time ago.” I say realizing that for all this coach knows I am handing her a rock. I want to explain Beach but there isn’t anything I can say she will just have to see her for herself.
I sit on the bench realizing I am shaking as Beach slips into the water with three other 7 & 8 olds they look like shinny water-dogs wiggling together in one lane of the deep end of the lap pool.
And it happens just like that.
“Beach let’s show dad how you put in your contacts.”
We crowd into her bedroom. I can admit I wanted him to see how hard it was. I want him to understand why I am 2 beers in on a week night. She pulls out the right contact the one she couldn’t get in by herself. Adjusts it on her finger lifting it to the eye she is prying open and slips it in first try.
“Like that.” She says.
Yes Beach, just like that.