(Guest writer: Daddy)
"I can't wait to go swimming, Daddy!"
"I'm so excited to go swimming!"
I arrived at Sabrina's house this morning to pick up Graham for his swimming lessons, and that's pretty much what I heard for the next half hour or so before the swim lessons started. (Well, there was one, "Daddy! I missed you!" when I first arrived. That was a great emotional lift in these stressful days.) But Graham was *so* excited about swimming lessons. It was incredibly fun to talk to him about it on the way to the Sheldon Pool.
Daddy was surprised when we got there, though. Apparently parents don't get to participate. In fact, we're not really even supposed to be in the pool area at all. The pamphlet they gave out said they wanted the kids to participate without the distraction of their parents... which makes sense. I can totally see the mental image of 15 over-protective parents squealing at the side of the pool. They do allow us to be there (down by the pool) for the first and last lessons, though; but when I asked Graham if he wanted me to stay down there with him he said, "No, Daddy. I'm Ok alone." He's trying so hard to be a big boy.
There are only three kids in his lesson group. (In fact, he was the only kid in his original time slot, so they moved into this one... what a huge group, right?!) I'm pretty sure he is the youngest of the three. From my vantage up top it looked as though he was sometimes having trouble following directions, but he was definitely just as brave as the two girls. And he didn't break down crying like one girl did. I felt bad for both the crying girl and the instructor. I'm sure they're trained what to do with that situation, but I know I'd be at a total loss. Graham did bite his lip toward the end, so they had to take him out of the pool a minute before the lesson was supposed to end, but he was really good about it.
As a slightly amusing note... the instructor, a girl named Chelsea, seemed to be pretty good with the kids, but apparently reading names isn't her strong point. When it was time to collect the kids she came over and asked, "Are you 'Gray-hamm?' " Graham didn't even realize she was talking to him. I tried to tactfully use his name (correctly pronounced!) in front of her a few times, but she wasn't taking the hint, so I had to tell her. It's Graham... like the cracker.
Bleepin' teachers these days... don't they teach our kids anything? Oh wait... I'm a teacher... Doh!
So that was day one of swimming lessons. Graham did great, and Daddy had to (got to?) sit up in the balcony area and read the Eugene Weekly while he did his thing. I tried to watch, but you can only watch the same activity over and over again so many times. Oh, the first thing they did was pretty cool. Chelsea poured water over the kids' heads to get them used to being wet. Graham was a little unsure at first, but he did fine. Then after that she let the kids pour water on her. Turn about is fair play, and Graham loved doing that!
Yay for swimming. Graham and I are both excited about going back for round two tomorrow morning.