Ty loves to go to the pool. We just knew he would love to learn to swim. We weren't sure about Charlie. She isn't easy to read when it comes to things like this...but Ty, we were sure of. He'd sail right through lessons and be the best student.
By mid-lesson on day 1 he told me he was done swimming. He didn't even want to go have fun at the pool anymore.
So that went about like we thought. Parenting is good for the self esteem. The minute I figure it out and know my kids better than they know themselves, they throw me a curve ball.
I pulled out my secret weapon this morning to convince him that swim lessons are our friend. I bribed him. I told him if he did what his teacher, (a friend from our church growing up,) told him I'd get him a trash truck. No, "Just obey her because it's the right thing and you need to learn to swim." None of that.
If you need sound advice, I'm your girl.
But look. The kid who woke up saying, "Hey good morning mom how'd you sleep? No more swimming for me," did this today during his lesson.
That's Amy, his teacher on the left. I've known her for twenty (or more) years. And today I've never appreciated her more.
There's Charlie in the back. She's like a young Michael Phelps.