Yesterday was the start of swimming lessons for my oldest. I think I was dreading it more than he was. I was anticipating the onslaught of "I don't want to" or "Why?" or "I REALLY don't want to go" comments. Which of course would be delivered in his best whiny voice. But it actually went a lot better than I thought it would have. As if on cue when I told him it was time to got to his swim lessons, which meant he had to get out of the little pool and go into another pool, that request was declined. My son did not want to leave his BFF who was in the little pool. But after coaxing him, gently to come out he did.
Next he did even more convincing that he should try to do what his teacher, was asking him to do. My oldest politely said "no" to each request. Then after about 5 minutes of trying to get him to go in the water with his instructor, my oldest sees his daddy and tells Miss Swim Teacher, "I want to go by Daddy". "Ok!" was Miss Swim Teacher's reply. The oldest jumps to her arms and then they proceed to swim over to Daddy. That was the ice breaker. From then on, he was participating 100% and suprise surprise was actually having a lot of fun. He even practiced what he learned in the little pool after his lesson was done.
The oldest was the only one in his class because 2 students did not show up, so it was like having a private lesson. The oldest did extremely well and I made sure that I told him every chance I had. I clapped ... I shouted "Great Job!" ... I told him "You're awesome!". I'm sure I sounded like the mom who obviously had the "My child is not a fish yet" child. The other mommies around barely said a word to their children who were having lessons in the same pool. Oh well, hell, I'm mighty proud of him and made sure he knew it.
Ask me to put my head underwater and my reply will be "Do you know how long it took me to do my hair?! Hell with that!".




