We enjoyed a fun Spring Break that included driving to Nana and Papa’s in Charleston, SC. We helped a bit as they moved into their new house but also took time to go to the pool and hit the beach. The week was mostly low-key, uneventful and full of family time.
One afternoon, my sister and I took our crew, seven kids total, to swim at her neighborhood pool. We delighted in watching the kids jump into the cold water and sun themselves in the many vacant chairs found by the poolside. We never took our eyes off of them. As the afternoon went on a few other families, undaunted by the chilly water, also showed up to enjoy opening day of the pool season. We still didn’t take our eyes off of the kids as they found additional friends and added to their poolside antics.
The older kids began a swimming race after we encouraged them to get back in the water. With slightly blue lips and shaking legs they agreed. It’s always fine once you’re in the water, they warmed up quickly and enjoyed their racing. After about 10 minutes I heard Lola across the pool. My daughter Lola, as you likely know, is blind but she is all around the pool like any sighted child her age. She needs assistance from a parent or sibling at times, but it’s just not a big deal for her to navigate. However, as she participated in the race she got confused about her position. She continued to swim but became more confused and called out for help from her siblings. They didn’t hear her as they made their own way, racing across the pool. I stood and began to make my way over to give her verbal directions to the side of the pool, which was very close to her. She was still doing well, but self-advocating louder for help as I made my way across the pool area.
Before I could reach her I noticed another mom pick up on the word help. She sprung into action and dove into the pool to get Lola. Lola was confused when this happened and struggled against her a bit. Then, as if in a serious of unfortunate events, the hero-mom began to struggle herself.
At that point I dove into the water, fully clothed, to rescue both of them.
I found myself feeling a bit irritated as I drug everyone out of the water. Everything was under control, I thought to myself. But there I was, soaked and dealing with a somewhat awkward situation. But as I thought about it, and we all pulled ourselves from the pool, I realized that the world needs a whole lot more hero-moms willing to jump into the deep end. She didn’t wait to figure out the situation, analyze it or weigh the options. She saw a child in need and she took the single action that made sense in that situation.
She acted. She helped.
Action is what the world needs. People willing to get messy, willing to jump into the lives of others without asking all the questions first.
So thanks hero-mom. I decided not to tell you the whole story, I thanked you for your help and let you believe you saved the day. Because you did, and you reminded me that there are good people. I hope you keep jumping in for every kid. I hope you retell this story and inspire others to act. You are what’s right in this world.