A couple weeks ago we did our annual swimming lessons with my good friend Julie’s girls. This is always something we look forward to each Summer and I marveled this year at the changes we have seen over the years. Every year we have had a couple of babies that would cry on the sidelines longing to get into the pool, or we were pregnant and sweating it out while looking at the inviting pool a few feet away.
This year ALL the kiddos were enrolled and ready to go.
So they all went off to their classes depending on their level. Evely joined the beginners group and went and sat in the circle. She was the littlest one there and I think the youngest. I watched for a few minutes as they went around and told their name and their favorite water animal. After everyone went around commenting on their favorite whale, porpoise or turtle. She quietly said “I’m Evely and my favorite is a cat”. (Girl after my own heart! I liked to put cats in water from the time I was small. I felt they needed to be baptized.)
She was doing great for about 1/2 of the class and then I heard that cry from afar…the one you know is your child’s. So out she came and that was the end of swimming lessons for Evely this year. She wouldn’t have anything more to do with it. She said it was because she was afraid of the “big boy” in her class. There was a 16 year old kid that was lifeguarding and she was afraid of him. We’ll try again next year.
The big event of the year is always on the last day – going off the diving boards! All week long Julian and Jaden discussed how they were both going to go off the high dive. So the time came and Julian went off the board.
Jaden went off the low dive and then Julian went over and put Jaden in line for the high dive. There was quite a commotion from the life guards. They weren’t sure if such a little guy should be allowed to go off the board. Finally Jaden’s teacher said she thought it would be okay and a lifeguard followed behind him up the board. Another got at the bottom and all eyes turned on Jaden. There was quite a cheer going up for him to jump. He stood there for several minutes and you could see that he wanted to soooo bad.
He would start to jump and then back up and laugh nervously. Finally, he took the big plunge!
He was so proud of himself! Mama was too….