Monday was Evan's first day of swimming lessons. I was fully expecting shrieking, violence, stubborness, etc. I didn't think he'd accompany his class to the designated area of the pool. I didn't think he'd get in when instructed by his teacher.
We arrived at the rec center and waited on the bleachers for the teachers to arrive. I sat there bookended by both boys. We had informed Evan that he would be in the pool at the same time as his brother. Collin's teacher arrived first and summoned Level 2 swimmers. Evan got up to go with Collin's class. I told him this was not his class. Then I held my breath and waited for the meltdown. Nothing. Then Evan's teacher called for Level 1. I waited for him to affix himself to my leg amid very vocal protests. Nothing. He got in line behind his teacher with the other students. They walked like a mama duck and her chicks to the shallow end of the pool. The teacher hopped in the water and asked the children to sit on the pool's edge. She then ordered them into the water. I expected a shaking of the head and a crossing of the arms in protest. Nothing. He actually jumped into the pool! I let out a big sigh of relief. That was MUCH easier than I anticipated.
Evan not only got into the pool, he actually enjoyed his swimming lesson.
I tried to capture the moment on film but I was pretty far away and I'm not very tech savvy with the zoom. I zoomed as far as my limited photographic knowledge allowed. Shown above is Evan's class, seated on the edge, ready for their big plunge. He is the second from the left.
Now, if we could just get Collin to pass his third round of Level 2 . . .
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