DS is taking swim lessons. He took them the year before last, too. He is my MINI-ME! He's afraid but doesn't want to admit he's afraid. He doesn't want to jump in the pool, even with a lifeguard right there waiting to catch him. (though he did do that ONCE today).
I took lessons when I was a kid, too, though I was much older--12 or so, I think--when I finally learned on my own. I'm still not a strong swimmer.
I sat outside the fence at the pool today and fought back tears, watching him face the same demons I did. He has the same personality as me--the same fears. If he would just let go, try to relax, trust the lifeguards, and TRUST HIMSELF, he would be so much better off. Instead, he plays around. Stays at the edge, dog paddles, and doesn't really pay enough attention to what they're telling him to do.
He doesn't like to be pushed. I was always like that, too. How can I convince him that it will be better—EASIER—if he will just listen to them and try harder and FACE HIS FEARS?
Come laugh with me as I fumble my way through cooking around my new-found food allergies: A Side Order of Nothing