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The little angel is not a born fish. She, in fact, hated putting her head under the water with the force of North Korea until just recently.
As a toddler, she went through a phase in which she refused to sit in the bathtub. So instead, she stood there. Screaming. And screaming. And screaming. While we frantically hosed her off and patted her head down with a washcloth instead of washing her hair. Because of the screaming.
We took her to the pool every summer, even though we usually didn't stay long due to her translucently pale skin. She was fine sitting on the banked shallow end of the baby pool, but if we tried to entice her to wade past her chubby knees, she'd howl.
We signed her up for swimming lessons at the YMCA. She was two and in with babies nine months old. Happy, smiling babies who dunked under the water and came up laughing. My child clung to my neck and screamed if anyone got her chin within six inches of the water.
Last year, we signed her up for a group class with, unfortunately, three aggressive and water-loving little boys. The lessons were in a senior citizen's center, and either the little boys or the time we encountered the bathroom smeared with feces (a story for another day) set her back more than helped her. She ended her eight sessions allowing the front of her face to touch the water for bubbles but without successfully submerging.
We invested in private swimming lessons this year, and that and her growing readiness has made all the difference. Despite my girl's hatred of submersion, we've hacked away at her resolve for years, surrounding her in the pool with other little swimmers and repeating her exposure to swimming pools and lakes with ever-increasing frequency.
Her current swimming teacher is awesome. I have no idea what she said, but suddenly my daughter is paddling around (albeit still in her life jacket, but I'll take it) without being held and dunking her whole head under the water without coming up shrieking like a greased hyena. To have a child willing to immerse her body in a swimming pool has brought me fifteen steps closer to what I consider "competent mother." It's probably unfair of me to internalize my daughter's swimming issues in this way, but swimming isn't like playing basketball or knowing how to draw a full house in poker -- it's a survival skill, and I've felt like I've failed her until she knew how to keep her head literally above water.















