Another summer time rite of passage- swim lessons. Last year, Lizzy began her lessons, and Peter and I watched from the sideline. Lizzy is blessed with a lot of confidence, and a willingness to give things a try, so she pretty much took everything in stride and dove right in (literally). This summer, it's Peter's turn to get in the pool. He's extra lucky because his friend Charlie is in his class, so we thought this might make it a little smoother for Peter. Peter is a little more hesitant when faced with a new situation. He's a little more uncomfortable, a little reluctant, a little concerned. I know this about him, so I always try to explain what's going to happen in advance, support him as much as I can, but then I just have to let him go to give it a try. Ugh, it never feels good to leave your kid when they're crying! I always second guess myself- am I doing the right thing? When it was time for their lesson, Peter and Charlie certainly gave each other a shoulder to cry on. They boo-hooed like it was going out of style. Their seasoned teacher expertly swept them into the pool, asked us to take a walk, and got the lesson moving. I watched nervously from the side, some distance away. To my relief, both boys quickly calmed down and made it through. Peter even let his teacher put his whole face under water- what a champ! I was so proud of him, and reassured that every one of these situations in an opportunity for him to build his confidence. Hopefully next week will be smooth sailing (or swimming, in this case).
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