I blogged recently about how I do a billion field trips in the summer. Four afternoons a week I get to take the kids to a pool. Some of my co-workers,my friends and even my husband always remark about how it is such a koosh job. "Oh, I'll go the pool in your place. I'd love to get paid to swim" is what a hear almost daily. It is not relaxing since I am responsible for 12-20 children that BELONG TO OTHER PEOPLE. It is scary, sobering and stressful.
I hate having to call parents and tell them that their child had to be rescued by a lifeguard because they were struggling, or have the child tell the parent they went too far out and got scared. I am responsible for all these little lives.
Today, I knew a storm was heading our way. All the radar looked good, it looked like the storm would hold off until 3:00 or so. Wrong! We went to the pool and about 45 minutes later the black clouds began rolling in. I cleared the kids out of the pool and loaded them into the vans. By the time we got about 8 miles away the wind was crazy and there was a tornado warning. I had to pull into a church and ask to come in. Wierd thing? It was the church building we sold and moved out of last fall. The kids had to go in and get into tornado positions, wet in bathing suits, freaking out. They handled it pretty well. We were there about 45 minutes. When the warning lifted we headed back.
I really hated making those calls, but all the parents were fine and said, they knew we would do the right thing and that they trusted us and our judgement. They were happy that their kids were safe even though a small detour was made. It felt good knowing we are doing a good job and the parents trust us with their most precious possession.
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