Our best friends have a swimming pool. Emma used to love to go over and play in the water. She wasn’t much of a swimmer and yet you couldn’t get her out of the water. I suppose it is because of the freedom of movement she’d gain. Anyhow, I thought you might like this story of when we decided she should take swimming lessons at 5 years old. Let’s just say, well, it didn’t go well.
When she was five I took her to swimming lessons. Emma had arrived with much trepidation. “New” was not Emma’s strong suit. She was convinced she could not swim and was, how should I say, extremely vocal about this. After about 10 minutes of lessons I approached the swim instructor in this somewhat crowded pool and suggested this may not work. The instructor told me this was not uncommon and that she would handle it.
The entire time the poor, determined and soon to be haggard swim instructor was listening to Emma scream as loudly as possible…for nearly a solid hour with all to hear…”Why are you trying to drown me?” Over and over again.
At the end of the hour the instructor met me, returned my check and said now may not be the best time to teach her to swim.