You were so excited about swimming lessons. The key word here is "were".
On your first day, we got there, I answered your million questions about the locker room, showers and heated pool . You anxiously sat down right at the edge and watched the previous class finish up.
You couldn't wait for your class to start.
After you met your instructor, I planted a kiss on your little lips and took Ta-Ta up the elevator to watch from the 3rd floor. The bleachers provided a great view.
I could see you very clearly on your "dock" practicing your kicking while your instructor took your new friend out into the water.
Shortly after I took this picture, I had the biggest scare of my life. I'm assuming it was yours, as well.
My guess is that your instructor didn't warn you to stay on the dock. If she had, I'm quite sure you wouldn't have ventured to the edge.
Yes, right before my eyes, you slipped off the dock into the deep water. None of the instructors noticed. The lifeguard was still casually perched at her post. It wasn't until I hysterically started screaming, "Hey! Hey! She's drowning! HEY!" that one of the instructors realized you were going under for the fourth time. I remember some other moms shouting behind me and I wanted to dive off that railing and rescue you. I waited until I saw that you were safely in someone's arms before I frantically made my way back to the poolside. I distinctly remember saying, "Shit!" under my breath. I knew this would kill your spirit. My heart sank when I thought about how very excited you were to learn how to swim like Ariel, the mermaid.
Finally, the elevator opens and I push the stroller out into the hallway and open the heavy doors to the pool. I was amazed to see that you weren't crying and you still had your legs in the water. I walked up to talk to you and I almost busted out crying. Luckily, I didn't.
"Are you okay? That was scary, huh?"
"But you're not gonna let that stop you from learning how to swim, are you?"
I didn't give her time to answer.
"I'm so proud of you! You're okay. I'm going to stay down here and watch you from over there. Okay?"
I was so proud of her. I really was. She stuck with it.
That's not to say that the rest of the week wasn't pure hell. Each day progressively got worse.
By Thursday, which is the last lesson of the week, she refused to put her suit on. I had to wrangle her to the edge of the pool. It was so frustrating and saddening. I hate that she had to experience that. I shake my fists at the universe for killing her spirit. I'm hoping that this week will be better.
I tried to warm her up tonight, "Guess what Gubby? You have swimming lessons in the morning! Yay!"
Her response? "I don't ever want to go there again. I don't want to learn to swim until I'm 20 years old. I'm never never never going to swimming lessons again!!!"
Wish me luck tomorrow.
Oh, and any advice would be greatly appreciated. I've never had this issue with her. She's always been so excited to try and do anything.
Blah. This stinks.