Tuesday, October 25, 2011
I should have posted this on Sunday but I was too busy getting my creepy dead body on a beach story ready for the campaign challenge deadline. So without further delay, I must tell you how amazing my children were at swimming lessons.
I knew William would be great. He's a fish. He goes underwater. He's fearless. When I told him I had signed him up for swimming lessons he said "But I already know how to swim."
Jadzia was another story. She always holds tight to me in a white knuckle death grip whenever we're in the water. When I took her to the pool with a friend of mine a few weeks ago, she stayed on the edge of the pool playing with the water toys. She became frightened when the drain made a funny noise. My friend agreed she might not be ready.
On Sunday, when we tried to get her to shower before leaving the change room, she backed away in fear. Of course, the first thing the instructor did was lead the kids to the shower. It's all over, thought I, she won't do it. Instead, she ran under the spray without a care in the world.
Of course, it helped that William was in the same class. Jadzia looked a little terrified she was asked to grab onto the teacher's arms and swim, but since big brother was doing it, she didn't protest. By the end she was enjoying herself immensely, splashing, laughing, making Mickey Mouse ears, and behaving less timidly than some of the older children.
And William, as always, is a fish.
I am so proud of both of them.
BTW: There were also scuba divers in the pool that day. (You can see them in the background of the first picture). We were watching them while we waited for the kid's lessons to start. William says that after he learns to swim, then he can learn to scuba dive.