<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>swimming on Wendy's Hacker Mom Space</title><link>https://wendyhackermom.com/tags/swimming/</link><description>Recent content in swimming on Wendy's Hacker Mom Space</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 16 May 2026 22:30:00 -0700</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://wendyhackermom.com/tags/swimming/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>How I Turned Into a Swim Team Mom (and Learned to Like It)</title><link>https://wendyhackermom.com/post/2026-05-16-swimming/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2026 22:30:00 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://wendyhackermom.com/post/2026-05-16-swimming/</guid><description>In the world of Bay Area parenting, there is a specific type of high-stakes gambling: signing your child up for swim lessons. The slots usually sell out in under five minutes. For a long time, we were too lazy to participate in that race.
We didn&amp;rsquo;t rush Remy. While other kids were doing structured laps at age three, we waited.
1. The Hawaii Prototype We finally leaned into swimming when Remy was 5.</description></item></channel></rss>