Thursday, July 29, 2010

Swim Lessons

I signed Booker up for swim lessons two weeks ago. The night before his first lesson he was up late stressing. He didn't want to go, he can't swim in the deep end, he can't hold his breath, etc. He was overcome with anxiety. I think he even wet the bed that night.

The next morning, we showed up at the local pool and Booker had the meltdown of the century. It was mortifying. I tried bribing him. I tried shaming him. I tried punishing him. Nothing worked. He wouldn't get in the water. I failed.

I took him home.

I put him on time out.

I told him he could come off time out if he agreed to get in the water the next day.

He wouldn't agree.

He spent four hours in his room on time out.

Four hours.

I got bored.

I went up to his room and told him to put his swim suit on.

We went back to the pool. Just me, Booker and Ike. No swim teachers. No audience of parents. No pressure. He put on his goggles and jumped into the deep end. And just like that, he was swimming alone and in the deep end for the first time in his life.

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I don't get this kid. Thankfully I've got some time to figure him out. It's going to take me 18 years though, I'm sure of that. After that first day, swim lessons were a breeze. He would still hesitate a bit when he had to try new things but eventually it clicked. Now he's doing big arms, back floats, stream line and even tries diving into the pool. Our pool at home just got much more interesting for Booker.

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Last night I told Booker that today would be his last day of swim lessons and on the last day everyone gets to go down the slide. He panicked. He can't go down slides. On fact, he told me that he can't go down big yellow slides. They're too fast. Any other color, fine. But not yellow. He can't swim at the bottom. He wasn't go to do it. Fine, I said. I don't care anymore.

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But something must changed- peer pressure, the promise of an otter pop? Who knows. But for some reason he marched up those steps and did it. Making me one proud mama. I wish I could have caught him at the bottom.

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7 comments:

Carly said...

It's a little weird how much Booker sounds like me. Watch out for the teenage years!

I am honored to have witnessed part of his swimming evolution firsthand.

PS- word verification: fruck. Did a double take when I saw it

the coltons said...

this post was hilarious. while i haven't had the swimming experience (yet) i am all too familiar with these routines. what is it with kids? haha - thanks for the commiserating and the laughs :)

Callie and Bryce Christiansen said...

Love that kid!

Emily said...

Yay for Booker!! Ike never would've had an issue, huh? Funny how each of our kids are so different. Glad he overcame his fear.

daveandlisa said...

Yay Booker!!!!! I knew you could do it. I can't wait until we get to see you in action next summer.

annily said...

that top picture looks like an ad. gorgeous.

daveandlisa said...

yea!!!! booker is going down a water slide! this is from talon.