More big-girl moments

So the girl has just finished her first official "swimming class" and I find myself feeling proud and nostalgic all at the same time. My girl is utterly fearless. This fearlessness combined with the mental capacity of an amlost-three-year-old resulted in my fully-clothed dive into the pool last summer at the beach house- she was at least actually wearing her bathing suit. After I grabbed her from the chlorinated depths of the shallow-end, I vowed that she would not see another summer without swimming lessons. I hoped that the least she would learn in a "Preschool Water Adjustment class" would be that you NEVER JUMP IN A POOL WHEN NO ADULT IS PRESENT!! and I was certainly satisfied in that respect. I did hope that she would learn to actually swim- so if she took a running jump into an unoccupied pool, at least she would be able to keep herself above water long enough to get to the wall again.

True to form, the girl was kamikaze-esque in her pursuit of water borne fun, and had the two highschool age instructors chasing her back to the wall constantly. If my daughter were a character in a play, her costume would consist of some type of overalls or other mess-repellent bib. She just goes for everything at breakneck pace and really uses her whole body in it. By the end of the four night a week, two week class, she was independently going underwater without holding her nose, then swimming to the nearest kid/instructor, and also true to form- these attempts at swimming looked more like a thrashing fight underwater with a crocodile than it did swimming. Nonetheless, I cheered her on every time she surfaced, gasping and pink-faced, and I hope I get to take her to the pool once or twice before we get to the beach house. Then once we get there, the first thing I will have to teach her is that the shallow end at the beach house has a good two feet more in it than at the park-pool. AND NO SWIMMING ALONE!!