. . .me!!
They belong to a pool and tennis club; and after a week of taking the boys to swim lessons there, I felt comfortable enough with the layout and staff to take them there for a the day. Neither of the boys can actually swim. J can touch with no problems and A can just about touch but can't really walk around in the water. They both hate to get their faces wet or go underwater. I watched them "jump" off the side of the pool with their swim instructor all week. Really it was them holding on to her hands and falling into her. I was having them actually jump off the side of the pool and into my arms. I contemplated not catching them so they could see that going under isn't all that bad, but I knew doing that would ruin any trust I had built. So I kept telling them "I'll catch you. Have I ever dropped you?? Will I start now?" They both did a good job jumping while holding my hands. Then A jumped into my arms and we were all excited that he did it and was such a brave boy. Then what did I do? I let go of him. And what did he do? He sunk to the bottom. After some major tears, I convinced him that it was such a cool thing. He got to go underwater. J didn't get to do that. J was too scared to do that, A was so brave. He then started to brag to J that he got to go underwater.
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| I'll take my trophy now |
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