Baby one never left my side.

Baby two was more independent. Mostly because I had chosen to launch a new career.

So I felt more than a little guilt when I signed him up for a year of private swimming lessons and sent him with our nanny.

I went to the first lesson in September.

I didn’t return to the pool until late February.

My boy could now beat his strong limbs across the pool. He demonstrated his rocket ship arms and torso wiggle. He put on his bathing cap and goggles by himself and, most amazingly, could launch his little body out of four feet of water using only upper body strength

I had never witnessed a more compelling demonstration of the power of practice.

Many of us have something we’d like to change.

But do we really understand that change and growth take practice?

Am I willing, like my three-year-old, to jump in the pool day after day and repeat the same motions?

Do I believe that by repeating new skills I will eventually master them?

Do I realize that I cannot have mastery if I don’t?

Today I’m writing. I’ll do it again tomorrow. Even though it feels hard.

I’ll coach a client. And another one tomorrow. Even if it’s not perfect.

I’m in the pool.

It’s awkward and challenging and annoying and exhausting. And fun and satisfying and electrifying and inspiring.

That’s the power of practice.