I have always wanted to learn how to swim. Swimming is one of my favorite Olympic sports. I love the motion of it, the beauty in it. I have always admired people who know how to swim. I’ve always wanted to learn. When I was younger, I was raised in a household with no car in a county that was so deeply segregated that swim lessons would have been laughable to even suggest.
As I got older, I still wanted to learn, but had developed a fear of the water and wasn’t comfortable in it as an adult. I made small strides when we were in the Caymans, but nothing substantial. Still, I always wanted to learn.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago. My husband announced that he had locked on swim lessons for our children (minus baby A) and for us. He and Bug are pretty good swimmers, but need help on their form. Honeybee and I were complete novices. I heard the announcement, but was nervous.
Saturday, the kids had their first lessons. Bug did so well that he was immediately advanced to two additional levels and will be moved to the deep pool next Saturday. Honeybee was very reluctant at first, but quickly overcame the fear to get comfortable and was floating by lesson’s end. Today, S. and I had our lessons.
I was able to put my head underwater, learn to float on belly and back, swim to teacher, and a couple of other things. I was very proud of myself and I look forward to our next lesson. It’s amazing how many years I’ve wanted to do this and only recently did anything about it seriously.
What an awesome experience!