We started swim lessons today. All 3 kids. At the same time. I think of it a bit like pulling off a band-aid… we just have to get over it QUICKLY.
Swimming is important. The only way to survive the summer in Texas is to spend as much time as possible in the water. And simple anatomy keeps me from being able to hold 3 kids in the pool at once. Hence, we go see Ms Pam for the next 13 mornings.
Getting there today was the easiest it will be. This morning they were looking forward to it, so packing the bags, putting on suits and sunscreen, and making it out the door on time for the 25 minute car ride was fairly easy. Tomorrow will be a whole different story.
See, Carlos loves to swim. But only in the shallow water. As he tells me, he’s just a little boy. Deep water is for bigger boys than him. He had a few half-hearted protests in the car on the way – he was only going to swim with mommy, etc. The real protests started the first time Ms Pam had him put his head in the water and swim. Then the only time he wasn’t screaming was when he was under water (that was a tough lesson too: if you scream under water, bad things happen). Every time it was his turn he would swim his little bit, then get back out of the water, yelling and crying how he wasn’t doing that again, he was going home, he was going to sit with his mommy, he wasn’t going to swim ever AGAIN. Poor little tiny tyrant, with his hands on his hips, water streaming down his head and legs, and tears coursing down his face. He all but stamped his small bare feet, right up until it was time for his turn again, when he went into Ms Pam’s arms, and dutifully swam to the ladder. Then he got out and the cycle started again.
I imagine in the morning it will be a battle to get him in his swimsuit and in the car. Though from past experience (2 years ago with Jett with the same swim teacher) by Friday he will eager for swim lessons. And jumping off the side into the deep water. Magically, he will have become that bigger boy in the deep water in just a few days time.