In the Deep End

I thought it would be a good idea to sign the boys up for swim lessons seeing as how we live in Hawaii and all. Well, not so much. The first day, Luke got in the water, but was terrified. I don’t think it helped that it was cold outside. Brody would not get in the water at all. The second day, Luke refused to get in the water. At one point, I handed him to the instructor, and he screamed the most awful scream. It sounded like someone was torturing him. Once again, I don’t think it helped that the water was really cold and it was windy. We didn’t even bother putting Brody’s suit on because I knew he wouldn’t go in. At the end of the second lesson, I pretty much knew I had just wasted my money.

Now here is the crazy thing. Those boys, a few days later, decided to get creative on me. I found them in their playroom, in their under wear (aka bathing suits) with their swim goggles. They were pretending that the futon was the pool and that they were jumping in it. They seemed so proud of their bravery. “Look Mommy. I jump in the pool.” Luke will even put his entire head under the water in the bath tub and blow bubbles. But there is no way he was going in that big pool to do the very same thing. Lesson learned--be sure they are ready before sinking $$ into lessons!