THE best thing about going to swimming lessons with your children (aside from obviously, seeing them learn to swim) is seeing their face when they’re loving it.
Especially if you’ve been through a dubious period where it was mostly crying and moaning about swimming and not wanting to take part in anything. But they come through it (at some point), and decide they like certain activities, and it makes it all worthwhile.
When we get in the pool first of all and N sits on the side then launches himself in to me, there’s a great smile on his face as he’s looking forward to swimming again.
When Lynsey says ‘come and get a woggle’, and N shouts ‘woggle’ and starts kicking that way to get one.
When the giant mat float comes out and N realised there might be several of his favourite activities happening, he shouts ‘mat’ and wants to get to his go to run and jump off it, or sit on with all his swimming friends before they get wobbled off into the water.
When they get the chance to sing and do the actions, N’s singing along in my ear.
When they get to jump or ‘dive’ off the side, and I see the anticipation in his face waiting for the signal to go before he splashes in.
When they have to swim from a certain point in the pool (15-20 metres) with the woggle on their own to the end of the pool, and his little face showing determination (and an impractical grin before he swallows water), his legs kicking away and his odd little breast stroke arms as he wants to reach me and the end of the pool.
It’s definitely a great chance to experience with them as they learn and enjoy, even if it’s as simple as jumping in the pool.
Disclosure: I blog for Water Babies, although all words and opinions are my own.