Carmel Magazine

A t the shallow end of an indoor Olympic-size pool at the Sports Center in Monterey, he waits for a signal from the instructor to join the class. "Come on in, Randy," she calls, and he wades right in, grinning and unafraid, a 4-year-old Neptune splashing boldly into his watery kingdom. And suddenly the room grows brighter. Randy is my grandson. He shines like the sun. And I'm not the only one who thinks so. A leggy little girl waves both arms, begging him to join her. He does, and they sit together on the side of the pool, talking, laughing, adjusting their goggles and waiting for class to begin. It's a small class today, just Randy and two other children, both girls, 3 or 4 years old. I wish you could see them. Meanwhile, in the middle, deeper part of the pool, another class is warming up to "oldies" music from the '60s, which for them is not all that old. Twenty-some seniors stand shoulder-deep in water trying to follow (more or less, depend- ing on ability or desire) directions from their instructor, who stands on the side of the pool, bending and stretching, demon- strating exercises and calling out encouragement. Nearby in adjoining pools, adults of various ages swim laps at their own pace, or take a break to steam in a sauna, while a lifeguard circles like a shark in an aquarium, keeping a wary eye on young and old alike. I wish you could see all of them, too. Maybe you have. It's a common scene repeated daily in sports centers everywhere. The contrast between the children and those ages 70 or 80 or more years, is all the more striking when clad in a soaking wet swimsuit. The little ones, so fresh from God, move like tadpoles in the water with their perfect pink bodies glistening and gliding, kick- ing and splashing, reveling in a beautiful abandon seldom seen beyond childhood. But the seniors seem to be having a pretty good time of it, too, in a grown-up kind of way. No kicking or splashing, just bouncing, swaying, dipping and swishing, keeping hairdos and dignity high and dry. Occasionally somebody needs a bathroom break. The little people get escorted by a parent or grandparent and are back in the pool in two minutes tops. The seniors need a bit longer to work their way to the steps, take one step at a time, grab their walkers and push off to the restroom. If class is nearly over, they don't bother coming back. At one point, the instructor for Randy's class gathers her young charges in a soggy little cluster (picture sea otter pups clinging to their mother) and together they float down to the deep end of the pool to practice more advanced maneuvers. To get there, they paddle through the seniors' class. This causes a brief but welcome disruption as the elders make way, clearing a path, smiling and waving to the little ones, while the Beatles sing, "All You Need Is Love." It's a fitting theme song for both classes. The young love to move, especially in water. They are fish born to swim. And the old? They love life. To live well, they know they need to keep moving as best they can, hips, knees, hearts and minds. The rest of us—parents and grandparents, sitting on the sidelines, frizzy-haired and damp from steam—we're there just to cheer them on. But in the pool of life, we all need one another. Shallow, mid- dle, deep end or cheering section, we're all in it together, try- ing our best to stay afloat. After class, I wrap Randy in a towel and take him to the dressing room. I am kneeling on the floor tying his shoe when suddenly he begins to shiver. He throws his arms about me, buries his face in my neck and I hold him tight to warm him. "Nana?" he whispers, as the shivering stops. "I like it when we hold onto each other. I feel good. I feel … safe." I grin into his wet curls. "I know," I say. "I do, too." Sharon Randall is a syndicated columnist for Scripps Howard News Service. This column is used by permission. She divides her time between the Monterey Peninsula and "Las Vegas of All Places." She can be contacted at P.O. Box 777394, Henderson, NV 89077 or at www.sharonrandall.com. 40 C A R M E L M A G A Z I N E • S P R I N G / S U M M E R 2 0 1 5 POSTCARDS FROM HOME S H A R O N R A N D A L L The contrast between the children and those ages70 or80 or more years, is all the more striking when clad in a soaking wet swimsuit. In the Big Pool of Love and Life

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