Violet was excited all morning as she knew Mummy was taking her swimming today instead of “lady”, she had been saying all morning “I’m cited”
On the way there she was singing to the songs on the radio but instead of singing some of the words she does know, she sang "Mummy come swimming in pool with me" with the right melody etc, was very cute.
We arrived at 12.00 and parked in 1 of the 2 disabled car parking spots as we do every week. As I was getting our bags out and busily talking to Violet, I noticed a lady standing at the front of my car staring at my windscreen. I immediately knew she wanted to know why I was parked in a disabled spot. So I said to her “you alright there?” (sarcastically) and she said “yes” and then she added “I have some disabled people coming here and we need this spot” so I said “So do I, my daughter is disabled” and I simply picked up the bags and Violet and started walking into the swimming centre. She then chose to sit in front of my car on the grass, quite strange really.
What really annoyed me besides her doubting our eligibility was that the disabled people she was talking about were mostly autistic children. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean that in a negative way at all, as I have a friend with an autistic child. It was the fact that they could all walk in better than what Violet could and she acted like I was the one in the wrong for parking there. The way she had spoken about them I was seriously thinking it was going to be people in wheelchairs.
Anyway, after that annoyance we started swimming and Violet did sooo well. She was happy, giggling and because I know her so well I knew just how to get her to try things and how much I could push her in doing so. She even blew bubbles for me which she has not done for her instructors so far. We were in there for 1.5 hours! Will have to make sure only 1 hour as I am extremely exhausted after that hydro temp and I only stayed in that long because she was saying “little bit longer”.
She said to me on the way home in the car “don’t need lady anymore, mummy teach me” and when we got home she was playing in her sandpit and said out of the blue “mummy…your good teacher”.