Many years ago, before children and even before Dave, I took scuba diving lessons. I convinced my friend Renee to take them with me. We had an amazing time. We learned in one of the local public pools and were almost certified in Mexico. I loved the weightlessness of diving. You could see so many amazing things while underwater. I never worried about sharks or any other aquatic dangers. It was just fun.
When I met Dave I told him about my adventures with Renee. He was impressed, but he was also quite clear. He had no desire to swim with the fishes. I figured it didn't matter. He could snorkel, and I would scuba dive.
Fast forward a few years and a few children. I still love the water and the ocean. I would love to become certified to dive. I still have my mask and snorkel, although I did donate my fins several years ago. Occasionally I bring out my gear and think about diving with my scuba buddy. I know I will do it again, but in the meantime, my children are the only ones who use the gear.
Recently I noticed the snorkel and mask are showing some signs of wear from the heat. I decided to give the mask and snorkel to the kids. They were thrilled, especially Eamon. He has loved my gear from the first time he spotted it. When he was almost 5 years old, he begged to wear it in the shower. I showed him how to breath with the snorkel and clear the mask with your spit. I think he took the longest shower that day.
|March 6, 2008|
Now he uses it to underwater dive in the bathtub. He gathered a handful of coins and set about excavating treasure. He spent a very long time snorkeling in the bathtub. I can only imagine what will happen when we go to the pool for the first time this season. I know it is soon, and I am sure he will have his diving gear with him.