Saturday, February 12, 2011
The struggle to keep Mason in swimming lessons is over. From the first day of mommy-and-me classes I knew it was going to be a long road. In fact, there were days I was ready to throw in the towel. But in this week I am grateful we have carried on and endured.
This week was the first week in more than 2 years that I didn't fight Mason to go to swimming lessons. When I mentioned he had swimming he said, "I have swimming?!?!? I love swimming!" I didn't quite know what to say. This from the boy that got me kicked out of mom-and-me because the instructors thought I was the reason he would scream and wail for the entire lesson.
The progress has been slow and never steady. Plenty of setbacks would push him right back at square one. Like the one time a substitute teacher thought the kids would like if he threw them up in the air and let them fall into the water cannonball style. The other kids loved it; it scared Mason terribly. Took him a month before he'd get in the water, again.
But it appears if those exhausting and burdensome times are behind us. Mason has decided he can swim and that he likes it. I knew he'd had a breakthrough when through the windows of the parent observation lobby I noticed ALL the lifeguards cheering and clapping and then waving me in.