Remember my post on swim lessons? Well, the day after I published that post an amazing thing happened. Sean ran off to his class without a backwards glance. Amazing!
Then he hesitated by the water, backing up. The female life guard on duty walked over and started to talk to Sean. She convinced him to sit on the edge of the pool with his feet dangling, barely touching the water. After some discussion, she threw off her shirt and slid into the pool. She turned around and opened her arms to Sean, who jumped to her. Are you kidding me?
I wanted to stand and get a better view. I wanted to jump and shout. I wanted to do a dance of joy. But I kept my cool and watched as the life guard went through the exercises and introducing Sean to the class, his teacher, and the ramp.
He spent the whole week excited about class. Before the week was out, Sean’s teacher came up to me after class to tell me how wonderful Sean was doing and that he probably only need one more preschool session.
Because in the afternoons, I was teaching Sean to swim with the same techniques I taught Evan.
As for Evan, at the end of his two week session, he decided to celebrate by jumping off the high dive. I was watching the kids of Evan’s class jumping off the low dive; while, a few brave souls jumped off the high dive. I squinted as I saw a little boy in blue swim trunks climb the ladder. I realized it was Evan. He only hesitated once when he got to the end of the rails. He took a few breaths and then he walked to the edge and off he went. My heart did stop. He was fine. My heart started again.
I can’t wait until we can all play Marco Polo.