I am not a good particularly swimmer. And that is being generous. Since I am not, I have not gone to the pool very often with the oldest child of mine (as well as the fact that for years, I had a phobia of sharing a public space with people. Yes, I know there is chlorine, but phobias aren't about logic. Blah, blah, blah prozac. Blah, blah, blah better now.
Curious J has been apprehensive about the pool, but I have still taken him. And when you look at his parental options of being taken to the pool, I am the most likely, as long as I am not pregnant and on bedrest. Finally this winter, he was open to the idea of swim lessons. Well, if you know kids, you know their ability to change their minds at a moments notice. But he's been consistently approving of going. So I signed him up about a month ago.
On Saturday, I sent BDR (yes, not me) to the first lesson. Having my issues, I wanted J to start off on a good foot. BDR has an ability of deescalating anxiety. I think that's why I'm attracted to him. Anyway, J did great! He played in the water. He practice moving his arms (at times, not enthusiastically). He did great. And that makes me happy.
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