Helicopter Swimming
I’ll get back to our holiday to Japan, I will, but first I want to tell you about something that happened today. We went helicopter swimming. It’s not as fun as that sounds.
It all started this morning, when we (A included!) woke up to a blue sky and my mother-in-law’s last day in Singapore. To the beach! we cried, and everyone bundled themselves off to Sentosa for a romp in the ocean. We chose a likely-looking spot:
…and started to splash around. At a certain point, A and P swum out to about half way between the shore and the line of buoys in the distance – not as far as the dot of a swimmer who can be seen to the right – and the lifeguards started whistling frantically at them. P and A were facing away, and it didn’t occur to either of them that the whistling was for them (after all, they were swimming only ten metres off the beach, between the flags and within the buoyed area of a sheltered lagoon), so it wasn’t until A turned around to wave at me and saw me beckoning him in that they began to return.
After a minute or so’s leisurely swim, they got close enough that T decided to swim out to her Dad, so he put his feet on the bottom and stood up, waiting for her to swim into his arms as he asked me what it was that I wanted. But before I got a chance to answer, the lifeguard starting shouting at him from the shore.
“Sir! Bring your kids in to the shore!”
A was surprised and baffled. “Why? What are you worried about?” he asked.
“I’m worried about your kids drowning!” the guy shouted, and there was this sarcastic incredulity to his voice, as if it was the stupidest question he’d ever heard.
A remained calm. “But why would they drown?”
“Professional swimmers have drowned here!” he said. “Are you telling me your kids are professional swimmers?”
Three of us piped up at once. A said, “No, but what’s the danger just here?” at the same time as P said, “Yes, I’m professional!” and I said, “But we’re not swimming. We’re standing with our feet on the bottom.” Our shoulders were above the line of the water.
The guy insisted. “Bring your kids in!” So we went in a metre or so until the water was around our waist, and he relaxed.
P wanted to know why we’d been called in. “As far as I can tell,” A explained, “it’s because they’re ridiculously over-protective.”
“Why don’t you tell them they’re being ridiculous?” suggested P.
“It’s not worth it,” I said. “We’ll just find another beach further along to swim at, like the one we were swimming at last time, where we all paddled clean across the lagoon without anyone batting an eyelid.” It was making me tense just wondering what we’d get whistled at for next. Wetting our hair? Building an overly tall sandcastle?
So I left the water and told my mother-in-law the situation (she laughed incredulously: “You’re kidding?” she said) and we packed our stuff and moved on. But something niggled. A couple of things, really. Here they are:
1. Say there was some hidden danger. After all, apparently professional swimmers – plural; at least two – had drowned there. Why would you stick flags and buoys up and invite families to jump in, without so much as warning them of the hidden danger through the use of signs, or (indeed) the answering of direct questions? (I assume the lifeguards would have to know specifically what dangers lurked, otherwise what business do they have being lifeguards?)
It’s not that I expect the whole world to be signposted for my safety, but a cordoned-off lagoon with a big flag saying “swim here” gives a pretty false sense of security if it’s not, in fact, safe for swimming.
2. Here’s the big one. Because of over-the-top helicoptering on the part of the lifeguards, we were discouraged from swimming at a patrolled, sheltered beach, which presented no apparent dangers. You know what’s more dangerous than letting your kids swim within arms reach in calm, shoulder-high water between the flags on a patrolled beach devoid of apparent dangers? People who discourage folks from swimming between the flags at patrolled beaches.
Now in some ways this may be a cultural misunderstanding. There’s a stereotype about Australians and water and I’m pleased to say it’s often true. Right now, on an Australian parenting board somewhere on the internet, some mother is grieving over the fact that her unplanned caesarian has messed with her planned newborn swimming class. We like to get them straight in the water.
By the time they’re a year old, many Australian kids can swim at least a few strokes, from the hands of their instructor to the waiting arms of their parent. T could swim a lap of the pool before she was two and a half, and these days she can dog-paddle almost indefinitely, through the simple trick of rolling herself over to float on her back if she ever needs a rest. At three, she can dive half a metre from the surface of the water to retrieve an object and a full metre if she gets to dive from the edge of the pool.
P, at five, can swim much further without resting, and will do it using strokes you’d recognise as freestyle, breaststroke, butterfly and backstroke. He easily dives two metres to retrieve an object, which is as deep as any pool we’ve encountered goes. He knows how to tread water, float on his back, signal distress, and perform basic rescue procedures using flotation devices.
Sure, his body-surfing is rudimentary compared to his surf-happy Australian peers and he tends to stick to the kinds of waves a pro wouldn’t drag themselves out of bed with a hangover for. Yes, he still has a bit of trouble rolling me onto my back when I’m pretending to drown in the don’t-tell-him-it’s-not-a-game of Water Rescue. You don’t have to remind me he can’t quite swim my sinking body to the edge of the pool as I feign unconsciousness in the water without submerging my mouth and nose once or twice – but he’s coming along in leaps and bounds, as is my gag reflex.
It’s important to understand that none of this is considered especially precocious where I come from. When A took the two of them to the local pool in Brisbane over Christmas, T’s skills weren’t given a second glance, and P was considered a bit lily-livered by peers as he hesitated atop the bigger waterslides, lacking confidence for the plunge at the bottom. At his friend’s house, he was a little put out to discover they knew all his swimming tricks and more.
In Singapore, you see, he out-swims his friends by a mile. We often get comments. T, in particular, frequently alarms people by diving into the big pool on her tubby toddler legs. One Hokkien Aunty spent a good five minutes arguing with her to stay in the wading pool and for heaven’s sake, put on a floaty! (floaties are seriously out of fashion in Australian swimming classes) until I persuaded her to watch a demonstration of T’s abilities. Once I was stopped by a neighbour I’d never met before, who wanted to know if I was the mother of “that little girl who swims”.
So it’s possible the lifeguard was making incorrect assumptions about our children’s abilities, based on differences in sporting focus back in the old country vs here. And it’s possible there was some hidden danger he didn’t want to describe to us calmly and patiently, for some reason, instead preferring to shout at us sarcastically – something completely un-signposted on the many beach signs, which would cause professional adult swimmers to drown, but wouldn’t stop anyone from putting up a big red and yellow flag marking the area for safe swimming.
The result I keep coming back to is this: today someone discouraged us from swimming between the flags at a patrolled beach, and that ain’t right.
I’m going a teensy bit further with this. We hear a lot these days about helicopter vs free range parenting. The public debate about how much supervision our kids require rages back and forth, bubbling up over isolated incidents and various developmental studies. In addition to this, we all wage our own, private wars – when will we let her walk to school alone? How old should he be to go unchaperoned to a male public toilet? Our kids are no better. If P wrote a blog, every second post would be a rant about how I won’t allow him his freedom, with the ones in between complaining I don’t mother-hen him enough. Although actually, it’s possible there’d be a large volume of video logs wherein he performs segments of Dumb Ways To Die.
I would guess that a lot of travelling parents err towards the free range side of the spectrum, and perhaps you’d say we’re the same. But we’re not, as some free-range opponents would have it, unaware or dismissive of danger – on the contrary, sometimes we spend whole weeks researching safety, preparedness, and emergency response. What we don’t do is just stay home.
We believe in responding to danger with discussion and, wherever possible, supervised practice, rather than sarcastic shouting and apparently-meaningless demands to cease and desist. We believe it helps our kids understand risks and assess them wisely, instead of quietly nipping off to do as they please. After all, why would they respond any differently from us?
Stay tuned for the next post, in which I describe how Grandma, Grandad and Nanny responded to my hair-brained scheme to travel by minivan on a wild goose chase along icy, mountain roads and through falling snow by using discussion and close supervision.
This post appeared first at Journeys of the Fabulist and was shared as part of the Monday Blog Hop.
My thought (not like it really matters)? Why just not put the markers closer? It doesn’t make sense. Or, if they are worried, close the beach. It’s crazy and incomprehensible. I would have asked directly (but that’s me). If we can’t swim past a certain area, then the flags should be there telling us so. If there is some danger, than there needs to be some sort of recognizable notice.
For instance, when there are sharks in the area, they close the beach.
Crazy.
But I see your point in free range vs. Helicopter parenting. Being that we are homeschoolers, most would see me as a helicopter parent, but I’m not. If there is no immediate danger, they are allowed to make their own discoveries. However, if there is danger, I explain to them why I stopped them. I just don’t say, stop, you know? So they understand. There has to be rules, but more importantly, I make sure that they understand why those rules are set.
Thanks for this great post, and for linking it up with us at #mondayformoms!
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Exactly! Don’t send out a signal that the area’s safe, unless the area’s safe, and if it is as safe as your markers indicate – back off! But at least speak to people politely and reasonably, so they’re inclined to listen.
It’d be interesting to see which way homeschoolers lean on average. My first instinct would be to assume that they were more free range – it actually takes more work to explain and teach and supervise than to forbid (and, if necessary, punish). But I can see the helicopter homeschooler stereotype, too. I’ve no doubt in reality most homeschooling parents are somewhere in between, like parents in general!
Pleasure to link up. I found a few good posts from the list.
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Wow! What a story. I hope you went ahead and had a lot of fun anyway after that. Those are the little things that just keep bothering, don’t they? Happily, all ended well. Enjoy Japan!
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Yes, we still enjoyed ourselves afterwards. But we certainly didn’t feel any motivation to change our behaviour next time, so that’s a good lesson to draw from his way of handling things.
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Argh! Maybe that pirate of a lifeguard was jealous of your kids’ swimming skills! We have some similar training for babies/tots in Florida where we used to live, but I wouldn’t say the kids are as skilled as you Aussies. Goodness knows you won’t be returning to his scrap of sand!
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Well, I think next time we might even approach the lifeguard at the start and discuss the rules before we get in the water.
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I am sooo impressed by your kids swimming skills! I thought our kids were doing pretty well, we’ve been taking them swimming ever since they were a few months as well, and they love it, but they still have some catching up to do.
But funny thing, I thought I am not one of those overly careful mothers but in the pool I found myself biting my tongue so that I wouldn’t nag to my husband. Now, reading your post, I realise that he must have also grown up with a different attitude to water. I shouldn’t be surprised really, we do come from different countries 😉
But yes, I am with you, I would want to at least know the reasons for somebody telling me not to be somewhere…
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Not sure if that’s a cultural thing sometimes or a mum vs dad thing. Gender stereotypes still run pretty deep, and I can remember a couple of instances where I’ve said to A, “Um, are we ok with them doing that, then?”
Definitely brought it home how important it is to handle things the right way. As adults we don’t get corrected that often and usually it’s done politely, so this was a rare instance in which we got to feel our own reaction to helicopter-style (and ham-fisted) disciplinary techniques.
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Good points, both of them!
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Wow that sounds like an over the top reaction (by the lifeguards not you). I think you are probably right about them making assumptions about how deep your kids should go.
There certainly does seem to be few people that can’t swim here in Aus – although my kids are certainly amongst them!! I am impressed your kids can swim so well so young, although I also know that I do seem to be in the minority of Australian parents who don’t already have their kids in swimming lessons, although my daughter did go for a couple of months at 2 but refused to let go of me and do anything so I eventually gave up!
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I like having you along to buck the stereotype! I’m never comfortable putting out this assumption that the whole nation is the same.
Still, if the parent was just there I think most Australian lifeguards would be happy that it was under control, unless there’s something we don’t know about (despite asking for clarification several times).
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I was at Gardens by the Bay last week with my 4-year-old who is part boy, part monkey — the kid loves to climb. He was pulling himself up onto a climbing frame that was only about 2-foot high and the young male guards came over and told me to hold onto him. ‘He’s fine,’ I said. So they went over and held onto him. I told them to let him go. Monkey-boy told them (quite crossly) to let him go. They were friendly and polite – they seemed to find it amusing and intriguing rather than anything – but it underlined to me that ‘helicoptering’ is the more acceptable mode of parenting here. (Or maybe it’s a liability issue?)
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See, we don’t have problems with P when it comes to climbing! I can quite picture Monkey-boy getting upset about being held back.
I had it as a specific swimming issue, but now I wonder if there is a liability element (and/or junior staff not wanting trouble from superiors?) plus a more general difference in child-rearing attitudes? I’m desperately scrolling through examples of local parents I’ve seen with their kids, trying to figure out if we really do things that differently. Can’t be too much difference if I haven’t noticed it before. Singapore’s long had that reputation for official/state nannying, of course, and these stories aren’t helping that reputation.
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I get really annoyed when others tell me when Z is safe or not, or how she should be behave or anything like that. I have certain rules for her, and I always want to protect her, but hovering over her is not going to help her in the long run.
As far as the swimming goes, If you all were in the water together and in a “safe” area then the lifeguard should have let you make the decision on how far your child should go. Maybe they could have asked, “are your children ok to go that deep”, or something along those lines, instead of being sarcastic and rude.
Anyways, I think you handled it very well as I would probably have gone up and told him kindly (or maybe not) to mind his own business and I would take care of my child. Haha
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Yeah, public parenting can be tricky. It seems to me sometimes there’s a bit of a pick-your-poison element.
I find Singaporeans more likely to help me out with the kids when we’re out and about, but the downside of that is sometimes the “help” is misplaced. That can be irritating at best and at worst it can cause all sorts of problems.
I find Australians much more likely to “mind their own business”. You get fewer irritating suggestions and outsiders interfering with your kids’ play (check Jo Furniss’ comment, below), but it also means that instead of helping out people are more likely to whinge about your parenting – either to your face or in a heated letter to the paper about “parents these days”.
Sometimes it seems you have to choose what’s worse. Overbearing strangers vs unhelpful, whinging strangers. Personally I prefer the overbearing “help” so I don’t want to come down on people who are trying to provide it, but either way I think we all want people to be polite about it.
Something like, “Is your child ok to go that deep?” or even a stronger, “Sorry, Sir, but we don’t allow people to swim out there due to **currently unknown mystery factor**” would have been an entirely different proposition. Bonus points for adding a sentence explaining what types of water activities *are* allowed.
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Exactly! Of course there are true dangers no matter what you are doing, but I think an honest, kind explanation was warranted. It’s all about the attitude that others are making their “suggestions” or “help”. If they are doing it in a caddy manner it is hard to accept it.
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Part of it, admittedly, was probably annoyance that A didn’t respond to his initial whistles. But honestly, it never crossed their minds that the whistling was for them.
A thought the whistling was connected to the beach volleyball game, and it wasn’t just him – my mother-in-law, on the beach, thought the same thing. Then she noticed it was the lifeguards whistling and she looked around at the water but couldn’t figure out why! Like us, she remains mystified even having had all the details retold to her.
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I think the cultural differences definitely play a role – not too excuse the ridiculousness of the lifeguards you met. I have recently had to fight my own demons while trying to teach my kids to ski. My husband was born almost with skis on while I learned in my twenties and quite frankly suck at it. DH encourages the kids to take risk (which you need to learn) while I am a complete mess and squealed every time they were going ‘fast’ . It does create tensions 🙂 I decided to take ski lessons with the kiddos to get over my own issues hahaha!!!
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Good to hear your experiences! Yes, I think the cultural difference was part of it. We make assumptions about what kids “should” and “should not” be allowed to do at certain ages and although there is usually some background reason for choosing those cutoffs, the background reasons don’t always make sense in the current context and/or they may not be understood across cultural boundaries.
Look at the kerfuffel it caused when the Free Range Kids woman allowed her nine year old to go home by himself on the subway in New York. Yet everywhere in Japan we saw kids younger than that taking themselves around without anyone raising an eyebrow. (Thanks to P, we know the age of nearly every child we saw on the subway.)
You can talk about the differences between New York and Tokyo all you like, but it’s hard to squash the gut reaction you get when you see a seven-year-old waltzing around unaccompanied. Much like it was hard to squash your own gut reaction to the skiing.
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Omg! I am embarrassed that Sentosa is so protected! We used to swim very often over there as East Coast waters is dirtier. But we have not brought our kids to Sentosa for swim yet and maybe never from what you’ve shared here. True that there are weird incidents of adults drowning in these waters especially after countdown parties and all. For all you know, intoxication could be more of the reason than anything. Sentosa during my childhood is perfect for families and swimming was never hawked at like now. Certainly clear signage should help to warn swimmers but I guess the life guard is doing his job well. He can’t afford to answer for anything that may go wrong. And you are right, Singapore kids couldn’t really swim at such young age and take lessons about 5 and older. I am really impressed that your young ones can swim in the pool and butterfly strokes! Great swimmers!
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Don’t be embarrassed or discouraged – we’ve never had this happen before. It was probably as Jackie said, above – an isolated incident which had more to do with someone’s bad day or underdeveloped people skills.
The problem is, say there’s really a danger at that beach. We still don’t know what it is. We still don’t understand how to avoid it. We’re really not sure what we have to do there to avoid getting whistled at.
A actually asked politely three times for more information (I trimmed the third time from the story because it was repetitive and dull) and what we got in reply were sarcastic replies which completely ignored the question in favour of barking commands which didn’t seem to have any real basis.
As a result of this, we have not felt inclined to change our behaviour – at most we’ve felt inclined to change its location, and in some cases the new location might prove to be even more dangerous.
So I agree that the lifeguard is only trying to do his job and I can definitely applaud his “enthusiasm” but I don’t see it as doing his job “well”.
If he’d done his job well, we’d be ready to swim by the rules in future. As it stands, we don’t see any reason not to carry on as before, although if we go to that particular beach we might check to see if the same life guards are on duty before we go in the water!
But the real reason to write this down is for myself, so I can try to remember not to act that way towards my own children. I’d prefer to use techniques which incline them towards safer behaviour both now and for the future!
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Maybe something else was going on in his life. He needed to throw his weight about that day and you poor guys got the brunt of it. It’s a shame when a lovely family day is ruined by the thoughtlessness of others. He may have meant well but needed to develop his people skills to work alongside his lifeguarding ones!
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Yes, very true. Like I said to Sue above, I’ve been told off plenty of times before and it doesn’t spark a written essay (sometimes there’s clearly a reason I was told off!) but in this case I thought it was valuable to note my reaction to the situation, so I can try not to follow suit with those I’m responsible for.
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See, if they’d heard I was going to be at the beach that day, it’ would have made sense. Shameful. Can’t swim, me. Not a stroke.You guys would laugh and point at me. I would be most grateful for all helicoptering where water is concerned! 🙂
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I assume that, knowing this, you would probably stick to the edge, though. No helicoptering required!
I am having a bit of culture shock reading about all the adults who can’t swim. Swimming lessons are pretty much core curriculum at Australian primary schools, even in little country towns miles from the sea. I knew there were adults around who’d never learned, but you’re the third commenter!
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I think it might have something to do with this: Although Ireland is an island, we don’t have the weather for water activities much. Trips to the beach as a kid in mid July usually meant sheltering under an umbrella trying to keep sand out of our egg and onion sandwiches! 🙂 Not a great excuse as there were obviously swimming pools around but I think the mindset on that small island was that water wasn’t fun, staying dry was more fun :-). Of course, I’m generalizing here. And then again maybe I was lazy…
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I can definitely understand wanting to stay dry in those conditions. I don’t remember doing a great deal of swimming when we lived in the UK.
Yet there is variation, because don’t you have surfers? (Crazy surfers, obviously, but probably fine swimmers.)
And I distinctly remember my boss when I worked on the Isle of Wight sending his primary-school-aged boys (I believe the youngest was seven?) off in one-man sailing boats in a range of different weather conditions while he sat back at the pub with a pint. (Of course there was an adult from the sailing club watching them from a dingy. But still.)
Anyway, given the variation in skills and attitudes around the world and across age groups (and bearing in mind this is Singapore’s premier international beach resort and one of the country’s main tourist spots), it seems, if anything, even more important to respond with calm explanations and discussion instead of sarcastic squawking and refusals to answer direct and reasonable questions.
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I had not heard this about Aussies, but I am impressed! I can’t swim AT ALL. I can float but if you add a current to the situation… adios.
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Sounds like the perfect beach for you, then! Swing by Singapore next time you’re in the region and take a dip. If anyone asks why you weren’t actually swimming you can just explain you’re not actually allowed.
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Perhaps that’s as far as he was willing to go if he had to rescue you? Like you say, swimming is not the national sport it is in Oz. Perhaps there are on occasion freak waves? As a child we visited a lovely beach in a tiny bay, it was a bit rocky, but mostly sand. Little waves and crystal clear water, perfect for kids. All of a sudden an enormous wave swept in and swept a little boy out who was paddling at the edge of the water. Luckily he was trapped among the rocks on the edges of the bay and not headed way out to sea. He was quickly rescued once he was found, though there were no lifeguards present. Freaked us all out big time, because it felt like it came out of nowhere. Sorry to scaremonger, but don’t underestimate the power of the ocean because what I just told you happened for realsies.
Looking forward to hearing more of your Japan stories. (:
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That does scare me. Lifeguards, armed with paddle boards, won’t swim fifty metres across flat water to rescue someone? (A and P weren’t even halfway to the 50m point.)
The ocean can certainly be powerful and I think hand in hand with our obsession for swimming we tend to have an awareness for that. A lot of my son’s school friends, at five, still dog paddle with floaties, yet almost none of the pools here are in any way fenced. Can you feel the collective horror of Australian parents as I type that?
So yes, there could have been something like freak waves (or strong currents away from the shore). It is somewhat protected from waves by the island you can see in the picture, but not completely.
I do think if there are strong currents away from the shore they should consider moving the buoys in a bit – the way they’ve got it set up leads you to believe anything within the buoys is fair game, it sends entirely the wrong signal. To be honest, I would probably be more inclined to stay nearer the shore if they weren’t there at all!
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Cultural differences are often surprising. I would have found the lifeguards instructions mind boggling too.
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I will never have an issue with this. I am as un-Aussie as you can imagine. I sink like a stone in water. Really. It’s like I’m made of iron. A freak of nature 😉
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I’m sure a lot of it’s in your head. Imagine if you did drown – I bet you’d float to the top in no time! 🙂
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Comforting 🙂 Aussie logic haha!
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Any time you need help with your fears and insecurities.
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Come to you and you’ll drown me a bit? 😉
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It would depend on the fear or insecurity you’re trying to overcome. If you’re feeling self-conscious about your hair, for example, I might just insult you instead. Or bleach you.
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🙂
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Bronwyn it is a puzzle. I spent my teenage years life guarding in Canada. Hopefully I was never sarcastic but my guess is that these guards had never seen the likes of the abilities of your kids. That or a sea monster just beyond their location….one or the other.
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Ok, so as a lifeguard you can’t see the dangers either? I mean obviously you’re at a disadvantage with just this photo to look at, but having swum around the area we are still quite mystified about the whole affair.
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My guess Bronwyn is that the lifeguards have a line in their own minds how far out little kids can go. What I would have hoped is that they would explain what the rule is. It certainly doesn’t look crowded but sometimes that is how busy beaches are managed. Were there any weeds or a muddy bottom? That would be two other dangers that come to mind that you couldn’t see.
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I’d say that’s true. Adults seemed to get more leeway.
It was not a lot more crowded than it looks in the photo (I did try to avoid sticking the camera in people’s faces, but I’d say there were less than two dozen people in the water with us, and most of those were sitting around at the edge chatting).
Beaches at Sentosa are generally not allowed to have weeds, and the bottom as far as we could feel was sandy all the way. But we were willing to acknowledge that hidden factors like this existed – explaining them and giving specific guidance rather than getting sarcastic and flapping about like a startled chicken would definitely be a better approach, and one more conducive to people’s safety. I would have had an entirely different reaction.
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I’m with you Bronwyn. Getting people all excited and wound up doesn’t usually help if there even was a life threatening situation. It always puzzles me when people act like that and don’t give basic information.
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At the end of the day, that’s the lesson from the episode and the reason for the post.
I’ve been told off plenty of times and while I don’t like it, I don’t usually feel like writing to someone about it. But this was a good reminder of how counter-productive certain types of approach can be.
If I react to that kind of treatment by deciding to move where he can’t see me rather than change my behaviour – and in this case we were planning to head to a different patrolled beach so no real harm done, but that might not always be the case – well, I can probably expect the kids to feel the same way under matching circumstances.
It’s a lesson to me not to be tempted to mirror his example with those I’m responsible for.
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Always positive things to be taken away from negative situations, even if it be to reinforce our own positive behavior.
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Yes, and I think to me that’s one of the beauties of blogging – it gives you the opportunity to draw these things out!
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Absolutely 🙂
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