Some of JD’s friends can swim without a life vest or floaties. Some still need em. JD still needs em! And he’s NOT a fish. We have two gorgeous pools at our condo complex with lifeguards on duty.
JD likes the pool and goes in with and without me—but always wearing his vest. He’s not down with blowing bubbles, going under or getting his face wet. He reminds me of … me as a kid.
My mom took us to the town pool most summer days. Uncle Brian was a fish. I went in—rarely the deep end or off the diving board. I mostly lounged and read. I, blushing, really enjoyed playing in the sprinkler as a kid. So does JD.
Still, with JD approaching the big 6, I want him to learn to swim, to not fear the water. He doesn’t have to be part fish or love the pool and ocean, but I need him to be safe. This is why I signed him up for private lessons at New York Sports Club.
He was not thrilled.
He did not want to try.
I dragged him.
He had a free trial called “Jump on in!”
He DID NOT jump on in.
He clung to the instructor.
Eventually he became less traumatized. Sort of.
This “Jump on in!” trial was back in May.
Yesterday was his first of 9 private classes with Andrew.
He was actually excited to go. I think, because we’ve been playing in our pool and in the ocean. It was also 900 degrees yesterday.
When we got on the pool deck I signaled to Andrew.
“Hey, I’m Chrissy. These lessons cost me a lot of money. My kid is kind of scared of swimming. Teach him how to swim and make him put his face in the water. I want him to jump in the pool. Don’t traumatize my child. I totally trust you. Godspeed!”
I gave JD a high five and told him Andrew was there to protect and teach him. I sat on a bench and watched.
JD prevailed! (Andrew thinks I’m slightly insane. Some truth there.)
I’m so proud! And I’m so thankful to cutie-pie Andrew for easing him into the water with cool moves like “spread the cheese—cut the pizza!” and make “giant splashes with your feet!” There were tons of toys like rings and rubber fish, too.
I think I may have the next Michael Phelps on my hands—he was raised by a single mom, after all.
Do your kids love swimming? Share!