The end of summer is coming slowly. Today, my son had
last swimming class at school, so I went to see it without letting him know in advance. There were a
few mothers at the scorching poolside. We sat in the shade to keep out of the sun. The
children looked very excited and seemed to have fun even in a competitive race. They were cheering, jumping, laughing with joy. It was a pleasant scene to look at. My son totally enjoyed himself throwing water at his classmates, chasing them, and diving into the cool water.
I'm pretty glad to manage to take some time for my son. The end of time of raising him is also coming slowly, so I'd like to devote myself caring him as long as I'm allowed...