Yesterday went just about the same at swim lessons as it did on Monday. Josh didn't get in the water, or anything close. You can tell he thought about it, but just freaked out, huddled on the side of the pool crying.
I have two maternal instincts that take over at that point
1. To go and cuddle him and make him understand that he doesn't need to get it.
2. To shove him in the water and tell him to get over it.
So I just stayed in my seat on the bleachers trying to give him a thumbs up and smile big at him if he looked my way. Luckily my friend, Em, made me feel lots better and talked to me the whole time so I didn't stress too bad. And Matthew, Logan and Caleb all stayed on the bleachers with me, miracle of miracles.
Em brought a book for me to borrow called "Raising Your Spirited Child" by Mary Sheedy Kurcinka. There is a particular section in the book about a child's first reaction. It was rather hilarious because the situation was a little boy and how he handled him first swim lesson. I think the book was meant for me. :)
So I just read that section last night, but I have a feeling the whole book is going to be very good for me to read. I will let you know if it helps my parenting at all. I sure hope so.
Today is another swim lesson. Josh and I talked about it and his goal is to at least sit on the second step in the pool. I trust that he can do it, it is just a matter if he will. I want him to come home super happy and proud of himself rather than disappointed and glumish.
We shall see...