I didn’t know that he was a terrible swimmer and just stood on the bottom of the pool the whole time.
He wanted to make sure we were safe and after we could swim, he made us take a test, which I still remember: we got dressed in two layers of clothes and pretended to fall into the pool.
After we showed my dad that we could stay afloat and make it to the edge of the pool with all that clothing weighing us down, he took down the tall fence that had been surrounding the pool.
I wasn’t in a rush for L to swim, but last summer I thought I better take him to lessons, which I did for weeks. At the end of the summer, he had just gotten the hang of it.
This summer he has been to the pool with Grandma or Don several times, and has had more swim lessons in summer camp.
Today we unexpectedly ended up going to my sister-in-law’s swim club, and L asked to take his swim test: two laps and treading water for 1 minute.
He’s still struggling to keep his tushy up and hasn’t figured out to make it easier on himself by floating more, but he was determined.
And he passed the test. I’m not a pool person, but I was so glad that I was there to see it.
After learning how to ride his bike at the beginning of the summer, L can now also swim.
Summer fun and childhood memories he’ll hopefully remember. I will.