I got the boys into swim lessons through the city. (YEA!) After answering several questions about Evan’s ability, they placed him level 2. Which I thought was awesome. Until I saw the other kids in his class. Who towered over him. Then I became worried. I mean what if- Hold on. The boy can swim, so why should I worry? They would move him if he wasn’t where he was supposed to be.
The crazy thing is he kicked ass! He listened to the teachers. He swam with his head down more than any other child. He kicked. He stroked. He jumped off the small diving board with glee. He loved learning “the frog stroke” (aka the breaststroke). That’s my boy.
And I can’t help but take a little credit, since I taught him last year. I guess I over taught him, but I wanted him to be able to swim if he fell into the pool.
Now it’s Sean’s turn to learn to swim. I placed him in the preschool class. I figured if I can get him in, I would. With breastfeeding every two hours and not having a swimsuit that would fit my huge boobs, it was better if Sean learned from someone else. Except Sean won’t go near his teacher. He won’t go near the water. Are you kidding me?
On the first day, I tried to comfort him and leave him in the car of his teacher, but he clung to me and would follow me if I left. After five minutes, we left. On the second day, The Husband came with us and watched Evan and Aidan as I tried to convenience Sean to stay. After fifteen minutes, I gave up. Every time I moved, Sean moved, keeping my legs between his coach and him. He told us he was scared and that the pool didn’t have steps. On the third day, my mom went with us, and she took Sean into the pool area to his class as I was too busy breastfeeding. She made him sit and left him. He cried, and a female lifeguard talked to him, convinced him to eventually move into the shade of the lifeguard stand. She almost got him to put his foot in the water, when I stood up to put Aidan in the stroller. Sean stood up, pointed, and ran for the gate. D’oh. On the fourth day, my mom came with us again, and because she had more luck getting Sean to stay, I asked if she would take Sean again. Only every time she tried to leave a crying Sean, he would say he needed to use the potty. So she was obligated to take him, where he would squeeze out a couple drops and cry all the way back to the coach. This happened like four times, but at least he stayed the whole time.
I tried to introduce him to his teacher. We tried to get Sean to tell his teacher about Kit Fisto. My mom introduced Sean to his classmates. I’ve taken him swimming in my parents’ pool where he’ll blow bubbles, walk the wall, and even kick while I hold him as he tells me where he wants to go. My mom offered him McDonald’s if he went to class (which he did, he just didn’t go swimming). I offered a brownie if he would swim. I bought him new sandals that he could wear to the pool that he picked out all by himself. Friday, I showed him the Kit Fisto scene from Star Wars Clone Wars volume 1 where Kit Fisto fights the bad guys underwater. When the boys started to pretend they were pirates, I explained pirates swam, which Sean doubted. So I showed them the scene where Jack Sparrow saved Elizabeth Swan by diving in the rescue her. The next step is to take him to the public pool during operational hours and swim with him.
Does anyone else have any ideas?