My little fish

Before I had kids, I assumed that any children of mine would be doing laps in the pool by the time they were five. At the beginning of this summer, I have a 5 year old that would sink to the bottom of the pool if I weren't there. Enough is enough. This kid is going to swim and he is going to like it, darnit. Swimming is fun. Every summer my bathing suit was glued to me. I swam in it. I hung around the house in it. I swam. I swam a lot.

Sweet B isn't as enthusiastic as Prince Charming and I are. He is just old enough to know that water is dangerous and he just isn't quite comfortable there. This summer he is in lessons 5 days a week for 45 minutes each day. I have seen amazing progress during these first 10 days.

He would never admit it, but I think he likes it. Today we went swimming at Aunt J's house. No lesson. Just fun. On the way there he told me that he doesn't want to do any swimming. He just wants to hold on to the edge and monkey crawl around the pool. And that is just what he did. At first. After a while he was backing up a ways and swimming to the steps on his own. Aunt J begged him to show her his cannonball. He obliged and after doing so, turned around and swam to the steps. This kid is so capable, it kills me. I should have known, since B is pretty much just like me, that he has his own plan and will do it on his own time. And he did. Swim team next year? Cross your fingers.

Here is some video from today.