Yes, that really is what this post is about. Swimming. The summer of it. Mainly because this is the first summer since Ron was 2 that he actually learned to enjoy the pool. He's always liked the idea of swimming, but when faced with the reality of it, well, lets just say hubby and I were floating islands for our non-swimmer.
The first couple of days, he was terrified to tears! And my heart broke because I sooo wanted him to learn to love the water as I did. We had tried and tried for years to teach him the joys of being part fish, but it never took. Always we wanted to put him in swimming lessons, but never did because he is, how shall I put it......uncomfortable with kids and adults he does not know.
This summer we finally did it. It took him 3 days of being around the same kids and swim coaches for him to feel comfortable enough to start getting interested in it. I am ever so grateful for his swim coach *Andy*, who noticed his shyness and took the time day in and out to work with him one on one for the whole term.
Now, rather than being his human floaties, we watch him play in the water with his cousins, something he had never, ever done in his 9 years.
Thank you, Andy. You have helped my son tremendously.
