Our timeshare unit in Pompano Beach, Florida is on the sixth floor, overlooking a pool that is ideal for kids, a sloping no-step pool entrance, a large shallow section, large water slide with twists and turns. Because of many COVID cases in Florida, we mostly stayed in our unit, read a lot, watched some TV, and, of course, watched the kids in the pool.
While the dads played with the children in the pool, it seemed to be the young moms who introduced toddlers to the pool for the first time. They were all so patient. They would lead the toddler to get his/her feet wet, then wait while the child walked around in inches of water, finally sitting in the water and splashing. I loved watching them.
We did have some excitement. A father dressed in boots, jeans, a heavy long sleeve shirt, and a cowboy hat was watching three children, two of them older and could swim, and a toddler, not more than 1 ½ years old. After a while, the two older kids jumped into the deep end of the pool, and the toddler jumped in right behind them, flailing his arms, but sinking. The cowboy just stood there frozen. Fortunately, a woman on the other side of the pool reading a book saw what happened. Like a superhero, she got up, took a few quick steps, and jumped into the pool scooping up the child. She walked to the side of the pool and handed the child to his father.
The mother must have been watching from her unit, as she came running out a few minutes later and took the child from the father. After assuring that the child was okay, even from six floors up, I could tell she was giving her husband a lecture.
I was hoping that the mother would go over and thank the woman who saved her child. She did.
Seasoned Man
stevelem117@gmail.com
No comments:
Post a Comment