wet feet
So Aidan has been hyped for the past two weeks. Counting down with the every day question: "how long 'til swim lessons?" Making big plans to dive to the bottom for rings. Praying nightly (and breakfastly & lunchly) "that I can have so much fun swimming" and "that D won't drown." The enthusiasm has been incessant, the topic everpresent, the begging for time to "just go faster" frequent.
So we finally went yesterday for our first lesson. And, after one turn, Aidan's begging changed direction: "Please can we go home...let's just leave, Mom...I want to take a nap...I don't like this...the pool is soooo big." The boy was traumatized. He swam perfectly on each turn, but simultaneously fought fear & panic, sobbing through all of his in-between's.
Calm finally came about 5 minutes into the drive home. His words: I wanted to swim so bad...but I just didn't think it would be *like that*.
Welcome to life, my love.
Welcome to life.
Reader Comments (16)
I liked your observation on its parallel to life.
hang in there... you'll be doing canonballs in no time.
It's all too *like that* sometimes. Sweet boy.
We've been doing swimming lessons for years--we seem to be on a much slower learning curve around here. I guess it is because we're not so constantly around pools like you are in Arizona. It is such a long process for my kids...I'm sure your boys will get the hang of it all very soon.