Last Christmas she took swimming lessons for the first time. She would rather have stuck to the steps in the shallow end.
This spring, we took lessons together, and she screamed the entire time. What a waste of sixty bucks.
Earlier this summer, while we were in Hawaii, she took lessons again. Three times a week for a month plus daily swims in the pool and ocean. She gained confidence and by the end of the month, her face was fully underwater, her kicks were strong, and she could paddle around on her own in shallow-enough water.
Now it's goggles on, a big inhale, face in the water, bum up, and my little Froggie Girl kicks herself across the pool. Underwater. Actually swims. And she's not even three.
Yes, I'm talking about Wallie, and it must be seen to be believed.
She loves swimming so much that it's the reason we go to the pool almost everyday. "Back up, Mamma!" she says. "I wanna swim to you farder!" She loves swimming so much that she no longer walks places, she "swims." Before getting down from the table she inhales, squeezes her eyes shut, then "doggy paddles" where she needs to go.
She's my girl, alright.
"No more floaties for me!"
