Months ago, Miss F. told me she wanted to be on the summer swim team, sponsored by our town pool.     Miss F. wants to try everything, which is good and bad, when you’re her mother.     “You have to go to practice every morning, “ I warn.  “And practice starts early.”    “That’s fine, she says,” shrugging nonchalantly.     “You’re not just splashing around the pool playing.  You’re swimming laps.  It’s tiring.”   “Mommy I know that,” she responds, getting annoyed. “You’re treating me like a baby!”  Then came the first day of practice.  When it was over, she dragged … Continue reading →