Aqua Tots Class
Took Henry to his first swim class today. He was rather fussy this morning and didn't want to get into his swimming diaper, crying and crying saying, "No boys and girls! No pool!" Well, up until getting dressed, he seemed interested in going. I agreed to dressing him in regular clothing until we got to the pool.
I was reminded of being considerably older than he is now, and attending a swim class with a wretched teacher who always made the kids cry. One day, prior to going to class I broke down crying, and was put into the backseat of the car with my pillow in tow, and taken to class by both parents. They were going to observe. Apparently they agreed that indeed she was wretched, as I never had to return after that day. I didn't want this for Henry. But I did want to give the class a chance.
We arrived, Henry with his finger in his mouth (he's a nailbiter, unfortunately), and he still was hesitant. He chose not to sit with the group as we introduced ourselves and announced our favorite ice cream flavors. All the kids sat in their parents' laps, and Henry sort of circled the group staying within a 10 foot radius of us. He agreed to "watch", during which time I must have asked him 100 times if he was ready to join the other kids who were having so much fun. "No." and sometimes, "Go home, NOW." were his responses.
The teachers had various toys - but none would tempt my son who sat on my lap chewing his nails. Then I saw a toy boat. Henry saw it too. "Henny play with boats now," said Hen. Ok, I said, knowing that there were only 5 minutes left in the class. (Did I mention that the sun was hiding and it was windy? Quite windy??) I hustled him into his swimming diaper, his trunks, and the water. He was greeted by happy instructors who had just ended the class.
Henry held a boat for a few minutes, and we left.
Back tomorrow!
I was reminded of being considerably older than he is now, and attending a swim class with a wretched teacher who always made the kids cry. One day, prior to going to class I broke down crying, and was put into the backseat of the car with my pillow in tow, and taken to class by both parents. They were going to observe. Apparently they agreed that indeed she was wretched, as I never had to return after that day. I didn't want this for Henry. But I did want to give the class a chance.
We arrived, Henry with his finger in his mouth (he's a nailbiter, unfortunately), and he still was hesitant. He chose not to sit with the group as we introduced ourselves and announced our favorite ice cream flavors. All the kids sat in their parents' laps, and Henry sort of circled the group staying within a 10 foot radius of us. He agreed to "watch", during which time I must have asked him 100 times if he was ready to join the other kids who were having so much fun. "No." and sometimes, "Go home, NOW." were his responses.
The teachers had various toys - but none would tempt my son who sat on my lap chewing his nails. Then I saw a toy boat. Henry saw it too. "Henny play with boats now," said Hen. Ok, I said, knowing that there were only 5 minutes left in the class. (Did I mention that the sun was hiding and it was windy? Quite windy??) I hustled him into his swimming diaper, his trunks, and the water. He was greeted by happy instructors who had just ended the class.
Henry held a boat for a few minutes, and we left.
Back tomorrow!
posted by Kevin and Stace @ 11:00 AM
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