Miss C had her first ever swimming lesson yesterday.
She was beyond excited, but I could tell she was nervous when the instructor told her she wouldn’t be needing her trusty yellow floaties from home.
The yellow floaties buoy her confidence, no pun intended. For a split second I knew she was teetering precariously on the edge of crying fearfully and refusing to get in the water or trusting her instructor and going for it. She went for it. I was bursting with mama pride.
I wasn’t sure if I should hang out just outside the indoor pool area and read a book or sit on a bench right by the pool, so I took my cue from the other mom to a 5-year-old and stayed poolside.
I am so glad I did.
p.s. When a mom notes that their child is “flaky” and said child hits the swim instructor with a pool noodle, do you think they really mean “bratty?”