I grew up in the water. I grew up in Texas and my Grandparents (who we just about lived with because they lived so close to us) had a swimming pool. I don’t remember a time that I didn’t know how to swim. We never took lessons, but when you are in the water that much you just figure it out.
My kids… not so much. We decided to put them in swim lessons. Yeah, that was a total waste of money. The instructor would ask the kids if they want to, for example, blow bubbles under water. We would see all the other children’s heads disappear as they attempt what she asked and ours nodding their head back and forth in a definite “no.” I told her a few lessons into it that I am not at all opposed to her telling them that they don’t have a choice and they will do whatever she wants but she told me they are taught to leave it up to the children to do it at their own pace. I knew then and there that it was money that would have been spent better otherwise. I have just resigned myself to the realization that my children will never be little fish unless we move to Texas or Florida or somewhere they can live their summers in a swimming pool.
I think Chase’s face says it all:


Really, though, it wasn’t all bad. Once the boys found out that the instructor was not going to make them do anything they didn’t want to (i.e. getting their ears in the water) they didn’t mind it so much.

James looks thrilled, right?


I did get James to put his face under the water… once… If I remember right, I had to bribe him with something.

Annika actually enjoyed the lessons. Her only issue was when the instructor wanted her to go under water without holding her nose. She told me over and over that she can’t do that and every time I would tell her that is why she is taking lessons — to learn. But alas, the instructor caved and allowed Annika to hold her nose. Another $30 down the drain.

