Simon is 5 weeks into his 8-week swim class. When I came home from the gym to tell him I’d signed him up, he was adamant that we go back that day during Family Swim so he could swim. And so we did. I was amazed that he was excited to get into the water, and even more so that he was actually trying to swim. I held him under his belly while he kicked and paddled as well as he could. Another mother asked how long he’d been swimming. I said, somewhat dazed, “He’s never swam before. I just signed him up for lessons today.”
He came home and said, “Dad, I am a swimmer.”
He’s taken to swimming lessons like it’s his job. He loves it. I’m quite surprised, actually. He’s the cautious kid that I expected to put a toe in the water and turn his back on it. He’s never had much of a love for water before. And now he can’t wait to get his goggles on.
He’s also eager to share his love of swimming with everyone he meets. I’d never seen him so confident around someone he didn’t know as when one of my new visiting teachers asked him what he did.
“I am a swimmer,” he said.
And to the doctor last week: “I am a swimmer. I swim on Friday’s from about four-thirty until five o’clock.”
It’s settled then. He’s a swimmer. I’m all for it.