I gave up on swimming lessons. After the one good day, the next two devolved until she was back to crying and sitting on the side of the pool. So I’m skipping next week and buying myself some peace and serenity instead.
That’s the difference between #1 and #4. I would have gutted out every day and then signed Calvin up for the next session because YOU MUST LEARN TO SWIM! and if I quit YOU WILL NEVER LEARN TO SWIM AND YOU WILL BE 14 AND CRYING ON THE SIDE OF THE POOL! Poor kid.
I don’t know if it’s fatigue or perspective, but that 3 year old who held me in a chokehold until I saw stars is now a fantastic swimmer and can handle himself in both the pool and diving among the ocean waves. Camille at 3 is worlds ahead of where Calvin was as far as comfort in the water — I figure she’ll get there eventually too. It doesn’t have to happen today.
(This also explains why Camille is still in pull-ups — all the boys were trained by 3. I’m sure she could be, but I’m either too tired or too smart to fight about it with her. Inshalla, Inshalla it will happen.)