Sometimes i hate myself. Not really hate "hate", but i wish i could be better for my kids. I went swimming with Yaya again in the Y this weekend and met her friend M and his dad. Before they came, i was happy about Yaya's little progress, not really in the sense of swimming skills, but her courage. With the floating belt on, she basically can go anywhere without me. But i have to admit, her swimming skills seemed to stay at the same level as i last time saw her. Then M and his dad joined us, and i was astonished at M's great progress. First, he seemed much more fond of water and wanted to try everything, secondly, his way of swimming(his posture) was so professional. I knew his mom(I*) has been taking him to the gym for swimming besides the swimming class offered at school, therefore, I guess I* has help him a lot. Then, I began to regret that i did not learn to swim when i was young. Otherwise, i should be able to teach my Yaya too. I hope yaya will not complain when she is older that i can not do something that she wants to learn from me. Or maybe i am worrying too much again?