remember this boy last year?
i think it must be pretty normal, but we kind of started back at square one with swimming lessons again this year. resistance, crying, faking sick, more crying, and forced entry into the pool. poor little guy.
every time we get in the car to leave, he acts like i’m sending him off to the dog pound forever. i have to take a deep breath every time.
yesterday, in our daily struggle to get into the car, i pretty much spelled it out for him like this. “dallin, you have to do this. i don’t want you to end up like me!”
from the blank stare on his face, i don’t think he has clued in yet that i can’t swim.
but, next year, folks. next year is my year. hold me to it. i can’t fake sick anymore. or sick in the head. the fear will be conquered. oh yes, i will be victorious!
🙂
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Cherie!! We were on a brain wave this past week! I too have my kids in swimming lessons and it has a lot to do with the fact that I can’t really swim and I’m afraid of the waters depths! I can keep afloat and “swim” with my head never touching the water, but you could never say that I knew anything other than survival skills. Anyway. I too decided while watching my kids (and an unfortunate event) this past week that next year was my year. I’m gonna sign myself up and learn “how” to really swim! Are you seriously gonna do it? I challenge you! We’ll do it together and you WILL be victorious!
BTW, Dallin is a sport for keeping up with it! What a babe! Go Dallin!