My dad took the morning off today to take the kids swimming at a great pool and recreation center in nearby Mountlake Terrace. It is the same pool where my sister and I took swimming lessons growing up, and the place is filled with great memories for me. Our kids love the water, and Doug and my dad were great playmates while I sat on the side with the camera and Elijah. It’s always fun to see the places of significance from my own childhood through adult eyes: the thing that struck me today was looking at all the moms with locker keys pinned to the straps of their swimsuits. I so clearly remember that as one of the definitive features of mom-hood at the pool, and today I realized that I am now one of them. I don’t know if this is true for all parents, but I feel like I am still coming into the understanding that I am “the mom” now. And moments like this morning, looking around and seeing the club I now belong to, can still startle me!
As I sat on my little poolside bench, I noticed a few regional differences of note:
-Mom’s of all ages, shapes and sizes with big tatoos. I think there were maybe two moms I saw without them.
-A high percentage of dads there, on a weekday morning, with their kids.
-Lots and lots of white people. The exceptions were one Asian mom and one African American dad there with their kids.
-Normal-looking people. There was one dolled-up mom who came through at one point, but there was otherwise a very laid-back, relaxed character to those of us gathered. In L.A. I am always aware of the costumes of expensive shoes, enormous handbags, and fancy hair (not to mention the refinements of knife and needle). Not a hint of that here.