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Tuesday, October 18, 2011
I have now taken the plunge and take Immy for swimming lessons.
She had to have a swimming 'test' and for a brief moment I was doing cartwheels in the air (in my mind only) as the teacher discussed how advanced she was for a child who had never had a lesson, that she would be placed with the children a year above her, yadda yadda, there would be NO NEED FOR ME TO GET IN THE POOL. How happy I was for her, actually, for me. I have avoided these lessons so far due to my hatred of getting in the pool for lessons.
Just one final test before we confirm her class.
The step of trust.
All little Immy had to do was stand on the safety platform until the teacher turned around, about three seconds.
Super Immy Fish jumped in. (this is actually what she was calling herself)
Take two: Immy promises the teacher she will never jump in again and nods obediently. Followed by Super Immy Fish doing a sly little duck dive under the side rail and then going to the bottom.
Teacher tells her off and explains she must stay on the platform until the teacher turns around.
First chance she gets and the kid is on the bottom of the pool again kicking her little legs like crazy and getting nowhere.
Thus she goes back to the class where a parent must get in.
I now am stuck with classes singing wheels on the bus and humpty dumpty, where some kids still scream for the whole lesson.
I bought some new bathers, all black of course, one piece, total cover up, the type that tie up around my neck. However it seems that the top of them is a great place to grab on to when you are trying to swim and not drown. And to then pull down on, taking my bathers to the bottom of the pool.
As I shiver my way out of the pool at the end of the lesson, she asks me "When does my lesson start?".
Do you get in the pool? Love it or hate it? Any tips?