Sun Safety Blitz or Battle? Depends on the age of your kids!

The annual battle is heating up in our house again. I seem to be the one most concerned about Sun Safety around here.As Nicholas, 14, points out, I’m ‘such a mom’. I remind him that I am a cool mom before launching into my ‘you’re lucky I choose my battles’ lecture. Just like the seat belts, daily fruit and veggies, wash your hands after school and respecting others policies, the Sun Safety one is something that I do not back down on. No-brainer. Except that the seasonal and non-cool factors throw in the annual wrench.

It was easier when they were little. Hats and sunblock were tucked everywhere – cars, grandparents’ houses, backpacks. Their friends were covered too. No one was stealing hats or playing keep away in the kindergarten yard without someone ratting them out. Any kid over eight years old will tell you that nobody likes a squealer, so if you’re not social royalty and considered ‘untouchable’, tough or fast enough to get your hat back yourself, or lucky enough to have an authority figure actually catch Mr. or Ms. Hotshot in action, you’ve lost your hat and have to go home and explain where another $15 went. Apparently nobody likes anybody who smells like they’re wearing sunblock, feels ‘sticky’ to bump into or looks greasy. We ran a summer camp for six years and I have seen every brand out there. I have yet to find something that doesn’t hit at least one of these complaints, even if only to the most sensitive of sniffers.

I’m worried, fair-skinned, blonde with light blue eyes, and my kids are only slightly better off with their half-italian skin tone. I was a lifeguard and swimming instructor in my teens and early twenties, and spent a lot of prime UV hours in the sun. During those summers, I got severe heat rashes across my collar bone area, along my shins, forearms and the tops of my feet, even with sunblock. I fared better with PABA-free brands, but the best solution was wearing long white turtlenecks and socks right in the water while I hopped in and out of the pool. I once missed a spot on my ear when applying sunblock and ended up going to the emergency room with a second-degree sunburn – bright red, swollen blisters that were hot to the touch and at risk of bursting and getting infected. And that was twenty years ago. The ozone layer is in far worse shape now.

According to my optometrist, the growths I have across the whites of my eyes are the result of sun damage from the UV rays that would have bounced off the water. I religiously wore hats while teaching and guarding, and my ‘Vuarnet’ sunglasses promised UV protection. Just last week, I had an ultrasound on my left eye after a routine eye exam turned up some growth in it that needed a second look. Yesterday, I got a call to book another test on that same eye. Should I be worried? I’m trying not to be. But I am angry when my kids won’t wear their hats and their sunblock without an argument. I don’t want to fight with them. They are eleven and fourteen and great kids. My daughter Larissa loves to be outside and swimming and is already quite tanned. Both play basketball and baseball caps obstruct their vision. Any sun-protection discussion or reminders are unwelcome. They say I worry too much. They say they’ll be teased. They ask why dad doesn’t wear a hat and he’s getting bald. They wonder why he doesn’t have to wear sunscreen. Rick now wears a hat to do outdoor work.

My mind goes to yard duty last week. Blazing sun, sweating kids, little shade, and I would estimate that less than 20% of the six to nine year olds in my area were wearing hats. They go outside for 40 minutes from 11:40-12:20 at the peak of the sun’s most damaging rays. How many are wearing sunblock? And this is one crowd that is still willing.

I showed our kids the following video last year and it did help motivate all of us to be more diligent for a while. Writing this post reminded me of it again, so guess what’s playing at Chez Ida Mae after school tomorrow? We all have to get our priorities straight. Warning: this video may not be appropriate for children under ten years of age, and parents may wish to preview it before showing it to children under age twelve.

Watch YouTube video: Dear 16 year old me Humourous, touching, to the point! 12yrs+

For resources about Sun Safety, please check out these links:

Sun Protection for Children & Teenagers

Tips for Parents from The Canadian Dermatology Association (CDA)

Sunscreen Questions from The Canadian Dermatology Association (CDA)

Public Information Materials of the CDA (Videos, pamphlets, posters, stickers, brochures)

List of Sunscreens Recognized by the CDA

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Why learning to swim is a matter of life and death

Part of the training to become a lifeguard involves understanding panic and the power of the survival instinct in someone who is drowning. I remember the training videos of true stories documenting the tremendous strength of adrenaline that led to tragedies like a tiny preschooler clamping himself around his father’s neck and drowning them both. I have felt the desperate grab of wide-eyed children caught in the force at the bottom of the waterslide where I worked as a teen guard. Popping in and out of waist-deep rushing water to grab a kid hardly made an impact on any us as it was a low-risk, nearly daily occurrence.

When I was eighteen, I agreed to teach a friend’s fourteen-year-old brother how to swim in my backyard pool. He was too embarrassed take lessons at the public pool where I had taught a number of fearful adults. By then I had taught a couple of hundred kids at home.

None of my swimming lesson lifejackets fit Ray, so we started our lessons with a styrofoam kickboard and just walked around the perimeter of the tiny shallow end. Once he was feeling more confident, I taught him to blow bubbles, get his face wet and he progressed to assisted floats.

As his confidence grew, it was clear that we needed more space. When Ray did a float, his body filled the entire shallow area of the pool. I wanted to get him to start kicking his feet and moving around in the water, but there was simply nowhere to go except for the deep end. I laid down the safety rules. 

“Forget that it’s the deep end. You can float without putting your feet down. You can flip on your back. It doesn’t matter how close the bottom is because you don’t need it. If you’re tired or your board slips, float on your back and I’ll pull you to the side. Just relax and don’t grab me. Ok? DON’T GRAB ME. You’ll be fine.”

And Ray was fine - for about three seconds. He awkwardly let go of the wall and started to kick his feet. From beside him in the water, I saw his shoulders tense up, his arms straighten and push his chest up off the board, causing it to rock uncontrollably from side to side. He violently flipped over - arms and legs thrashing. I tried to get behind him but he was both clinging to me and climbing me and we were plunged into an eerie quiet as we struggled underwater. His strength astounded me. My foot shot out and caught him in the middle of his chest, and I broke free long enough swim down under him and away, then to the surface to catch a fast breath. I then grabbed him from behind before he could reach me. Somehow, I dragged him to the surface and slammed him into the concrete side of the pool. I have no recollection of what happened after that. I do know that was our last lesson, and that I never took a non-swimmer anywhere near his size back there again.

I remember so many positive things about becoming a lifeguard, but the dreaded part of my early training involved being ‘attacked’ by my instructors and peers in simulations (see ’Leapfrog’ game in link, p102) for a new, tame version) of the situation I ended up having with Ray that day. Being ready for it probably saved both of our lives. Without the prior practice, I would have been completely unprepared for his strength, and would not have had the reflex to kick and the wisdom to duck down under him before heading to the surface for that crucial breath that allowed me to bring him up.

Please put your children into swimming lessons and take them swimming regularly. Ensure that they know about water safety. And protect yourselves. DO NOT jump in after someone - reach something out to them or throw something that floats. IF YOU MUST JUMP IN after a little one, bring something that floats to shove into their arms from behind them so they have something to grab that isn’t you. Supervise your children around water, and be a good role model. You can’t expect your children to wear a lifejacket in a boat if you are sitting on yours. Even great swimmers need a lifejacket if they are unconscious in the water, have a cramp, an injury or are too exhausted or cold to carry on.

Not everyone needs to get their lifeguard qualifications - but in Canada and the U.S. in 2012, there should not be any more Rays. And when you think about it, he really is one of the lucky ones. He was embarrassed and could still be a non-swimmer, but he’s cautious and he’s alive. Last summer in Ontario alone we lost at least six children to drowning - and even more children lost loved ones.

Be prepared so that this summer can be a great one with your friends and family. 

Water Safety Information for Parents of Young Children

Canadian Red Cross Swimming Lesson and Water Safety Information