Jacob took his first swimming lesson class today. I’m not sure that he really needs lessons, as he spent this morning swimming underwater at my Grandpa’s house with hardly any flotation devices. But he could definitely fine tune his skills. So lessons it is. And he—literally—jumped right in. And I had to forcefully coax gently fish him out when class was over. He kicked. He paddled. He jumped. And he never hesitated to try anything. This class brought me back to my youth when I would cry the whole time I was in the water because it was too cold. But not Jacob. Although he did tell me when we were in the locker room post swimming: Mommy, it got kind of cold for me at the end.
What a trooper. And, yes, he will—unlike me at his age—voluntarily be going back for more!
[Always keeping me in sight, Jacob yelled “Hi, Mommy” and waved to me at least once every 3o seconds throughout the 35 minute class!]
1 comment:
I'm guessing the instructor has never seen anything like Jacob!!! I think he has gills.
Papa J
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