It took most of the day, but was worth the time invested. We left the house shortly after one, and got back home about 10:30. Six hours of diving and swimming; twenty years ago when our own kids were swimming, Linda and I had a term for it: "Bleacher Butt." That's what you end up with after six hours and/or fifteen years of swim meets. You also end up with something more: the priceless experience of watching three granddaughters doing their best. Alex overcame serious illness at the beginning of the school year that nearly prevented her from diving altogether to make sectionals with fifth place overall; Abi swam her best time, handily making the cutoff for sectionals; and as a first year swimmer in seventh grade, Izzi swam in the last heat with the best swimmers.
Being able to encourage them with texts prior to, and with our presence at the meet, and congratulating their success at the end made the investment of time worthwhile. Eight hours and a tank of gas is a pretty small price to be able to be a part of our granddaughters' lives. In fact, we've already been paid back in full with hugs and smiles. Are we grateful? You bet!
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