My mother is deathly afraid of water. I can remember being young and my parents taking us to a hotel so that we could go swimming and the eternal struggle it was to get mom to join us in the water. It was a lucky if we could get her in the pool and a virtual miracle if we could get her past the three feet mark. The many years and attempts at swimming haven't changed the fear that overtakes her as she remembers her near drowning experience of her youth. That is why you might be as shocked as me to hear that tonight . . . I went to water aerobics with my mom. You read right people - - -
- - -water FREAKING aerobics. She went last week to see if it would help her knee and didn't want to go back so I volunteered to go with her tonight. Now, I know what you all are thinking, and I promise you that one day when we all get to heaven and it's "Mia, this is your life" movie time (Mario, like you always said - Meryl Streep and Al Brooks got it right), we will sit down together and replay this memory over and over again and laugh and laugh.
It was interesting to say the least and more than a little entertaining. There were my mom and I and about four other, shall we say, mature gentlewomen, getting ready to get our swim on. Now, I have to say that I'm no Greg Louganis - oops, he's a diver. Sorry folks, I guess if you had to catalog my swimmer knowledge in the recesses of my mind it would fit somewhere in between top ten polka's greatest polkers and my knowledge about Japanese Anime - needless to say, my knowledge is dim. Anyway, as I was saying, my swimming abilities may not rival the likes of Olympic athletes but just so you all know - water aerobics is not an Olympic sport. There is nothing like a night of treading water in the deep end as a lady yells out, "now, do superman! now mermaid! be and egg blender!!" - haha, be an egg blender? What in the world? All that being said, the cherry on top was doing the arm "exercises"and stretches at the end of the class with my dear mother - who has never done any kind of stretch a day in her life. This is when the Clifford in her came shining through(if you have never watched the movie Clifford with Martin Short, stop reading instantly and Netflix or Hollywood video the movie and laugh until your hearts content). It was 10 minutes of watching her trying to be serious as she breathed in and out and instead of stretching her shoulder by putting one arm straight across the chest she ended up turning it into a self hug and us laughing together at the silliness of it all, dodging glares from the well meaning instructor. It was a wonderful night and a fun memory that one day will be viewed in my heavenly's greatest hits . . .