Tomorrow is Violet’s last swim class. Her four weeks are up. If you read this blog, then you know that her first class did not go so well. She voiced her displeasure through much of the class, and Linda and I worried that maybe she just wasn’t ready for it. With each class though she seemed to grow more comfortable in the water. Smiles started to appear now and then, but every class still started with her yelling for a few seconds on entering the water. Over the course of the past few weeks, we tried to acclimate her a bit more: I spent an afternoon with her in a friend’s pool and we’ve made frequent use of the little pool on our porch, a gift from her grandparents. At class yesterday, I stepped into the pool and braced for her to start yelling; the water was cold, but no yell came. She just started splashing. I can’t quite put into words how proud I am of her - how enjoyable it is to watch her grow and develop and become comfortable with something that she wasn’t too sure about. I know it’s something small, that it’s the first of many such hurdles that she’ll leap over, some successfully, some not, but watching her in the pool now, maniacally splashing, taking in water and not caring, I can’t wait to see what comes next.
241 days old