Today marked Brennan's introduction to swimming classes at the Y. (Before the age of 3, the Y requires the parent get into the pool with your child for the lesson. Ha! I'm not that good or devoted of a parent.) Brennan adjusted well. He laughed. He did some doggie paddles. He kicked. All good.
Aidan, meanwhile, has been a part of the swimming program at the Y for 2 1/2 years. In that 2 1/2 years, he has managed to move up one level. ONE level. We used to coordinate the swim classes with friends, but their children have moved up and on to swim in the starfish and ray levels, leaving us behind to enjoy the eel level. (again.. and again... and well, again.)
When Aidan was three, his first swim lesson was marked with screaming, tears and threats (mine.) But today, after 2 years, he finally skipped off to enjoy his lesson without one backward glance at me. He jumped. He kicked. He even got his hair wet.
I am trying to not get my hopes up, but this just may be the session we move up and out of eel.
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