Teaching a child to swim is an interesting process. At the end of last summer, Luke was very comfortable around the water. He was pretty self-sufficient -- jumping in the water by himself, coming up for a breath, swimming back to the side, and pulling himself out of the pool ... all on his own. He just needed Mom/Dad there for moral support.
New year, new plan. We decided to put him in some formal swimming lessons with other kids his age at the YMCA. Social & swimming ... a great idea! Or so we thought. However, we discovered that the winter break brought his comfort level down a few notches. Perhaps it was re-learning his old tricks ... or maybe it was the monsters in the pool (or so he claimed).
At the first swimming lesson, he was screaming and clinging the entire time to one of his swim teachers (high school kid with surfer hair named Randall). Class 2 ... the same scenario prompted us to have a discussion about the panic attacks this was inflicting on our 3-year-old who normally is the ultimate risk taker. We decided the action plan was to spend some time over the weekend working with Luke in the pool to get him more comfortable ... and really putting a positive spin on the ol' swim school.
Class 3 was tonight. Dad took Luke. Mom stayed home and hoped that Luke wouldn't be 'that kid' crying on the side of the pool while all the other kids flutter kicked and blew bubbles as they were supposed to. The verdict -- Dad reported a dramatic change over the previous classes and Luke was totally into it! He was participating just like his pool phobia never existed ... putting his face in the water, splashing around, going underwater, etc. FINALLY! He bid that crazy childhood phase goodbye and rounded the bend to love the pool again.
Now, if we can just figure out why he won't eat green beans ... ah, the trials of parenthood.