I still can’t swim, both of my sons’ mothers are teaching my sons to. My oldest, from what I hear, is great, and the youngest, is fearless…treading water was also a struggle for me. The irony of relaxing to stay afloat, while over exerting yourself sinks you faster…the things that still unsettle us and cause us to panic. I could never swim, call it fear…but even now, I thought I was treading pretty good, but I just realized I’ve been slowly plummeting and adapting to this subtle yet steady depth. Ignorant to my own drowning, am I conscious? Somehow convinced myself I can breath under water. At least my sons will stay afloat! Tranquility..