I know how to swim because my mother saw to it.
My aunt saw to it.
I remember learning on a cross-country road trip. Every hotel on our AAA Trip-tik route had a swimming pool. Evenings, my aunt took me out, held me up and by the end of summer and our long trip I had become a swimmer. I was 5 years old. My mother watched, laughed and stayed in the shallow end. I didn’t know it but she was not yet a swimmer like me.
Really only at the very end of this short film did all of these memories come flooding back. I only remember that learning to swim was a family non-negotiable. Decades later I can piece together where some of my mother’s urgency came from.
Watch the film. Black folks swim.
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I can’t believe that video was so short, there was so much in it! Thank you for sharing, Sherri. Really loved watching this.
I just shared this video with my husband. He has yet to learn to swim but my daughters are determined to teach him!
I hope the video is a help. Learning to swim as an adult requires unique levels of fortitude *and* the rewards have no expiration date. Wishing him and your family all the best in the effort. ☺️