Flailing in the Water
Voldemort will be starting his 4th month of swim lessons in a few hours. So far, he has learned how to put his face under water (which generally is ok, provided he has on his goggles), float on his belly for a few seconds, and learned how to throw himself off the side of the pool.
What he hasn’t learned is that he is still in the “never been exposed to water” class.
For three months.
He is, and has been, and possibly will forever be, a Pollywog. The class for kids who have never experienced water outside of their bathtub.
I don’t really care (look, my kid carried a purse to preschool this morning. trust me, I DONT CARE), but at the same time, I would really like to move on and see what the Guppies do. There is only so many times I can clap and cheer and say, “Great job!” at the fact he didn’t totally panic when the teacher let go of him to float on his own. His teacher just shrugs and says he just needs practice and some courage and he will be able to float on his back, which is the ONLY SKILL HE NEEDS TO DO TO MOVE ON.
Fourth time lucky, maybe? Here’s hoping!