Saturday marked yet another milestone in the life of my not so little man – the first swimming lesson! Thankfully Daddy was on hand to help ease him into the “swim” of things, as Mummy isn’t quite so sure how heroic she’d have been venturing into unchartered territory! The mere thought of swimming lessons as a child filled me with dread, so I’d have hated to have inadvertently emitted vibes of fear to my boy before he’d even taken his first plunge into the world of all things watery!
Brave boy that he is, Harrison did not shed a single tear throughout his half hour introduction to taking a dip in the pool. Some of the other littlies howled the entire class, but not my boy, oh no. Sure at the start of the lesson he was clinging to his father like a koala bear might to a solitary eucalyptus tree in a barren paddock, but by lessons end, he’d seen fit to giggle, kick and splash with the enjoyment and ease of someone certainly more experienced.
The fun was doubled, with two of Harrison’s little buddies, Xavier and Antonio also in the class. I think this also made him more at ease too – or perhaps brought out the side in him, which knew that since he had a familiar audience on hand, it was no time to cry… Whatever the case, we were so proud and are sure he’ll be demanding we drive him to 4am swim club training in no time…
