Swimming Lessons Year 3
To say last year’s attempt at swimming lessons for Mason were anything but an unmitigated disaster would be too kind. Mason despised going to the Thomasville YMCA and spent the majority of the time screaming, crying, and sitting on the side of the pool. I give Becky a lot of credit for making him stick with it until the bitter tear and snot filled end.
This year she heard a lady in town gave swimming lessons to small groups of kids at the local country club. She signed Mason up to learn from Miss Christy. He was apprehensive at first, but once he heard his buddy Graham would also be bobbing around in the pool with him he was sold.
Today was his first lesson and on my way home I called Becky to see how things were going. Instead of melting down he jumped right into the pool and looked like he was having fun. The tears and screams were replaced with smiles and laughter. I was so proud of him and drove down to watch the lesson. He has grown up so much since last summer, and when he pattered over to the car in his soggy swimsuit I gave him a high five.