I'm not sure what it is, but lately the kids are just growly. Maybe they are bored with summer, or playing the same things with the same people but... sheesh. So today they are napping and I told Ana I want her to wake up like Ana Joy - not Ana Eeyore. We'll see how that goes!
Ana and Zac were both enrolled in swimming lessons for the month of August. It was supposed to be the type of class where they transition out of the care of the parents into the care of the teacher. It started alright. Sam went in with them the first time and all was good. They both learned how to hum under water, float on their backs, and go down the small slide.
The next class was a nightmare. It turns out they have public swim on at the same time as the lessons so it was terribly loud and rowdy in the pool with kids jumping over the heads of the small kids in the classes, splashing and generally committing all types of mayhem. Zac lasted half the lesson then sat on the side with Sam, crying. Ana managed to finish but Sam had a chat with the manager and the assured him it would be better next time.
The next time Zac lasted about oh...1 second. Sam went in with him and ended up doing the class with him. Ana was ok but the teacher was too distracted by the other totally unruly kids in the class to do much teaching.
The next time Zac stayed home with me.
Ana went and was promised a freezie if she did the whole class with the teacher! It worked - and it probably also helped that all the other kids were not there so Ana had one on one instruction.
So last night I get the kids into the van. Sam is golfing and I'm thinking, I can do this. Zac refused to even get into his bathing suit so he was just going to sit by me. Ana was sure it would be great - she really bonded with Lindsey (her teacher) the last time. So we're standing at the edge of the pool, kids are splashing us and jumping all around us - but no prob, everything is great. The lesson just before us ends and I ask Ana - "Can you see Lindsey?" She's looking - nope can't see her. So we wait a bit. All the other classes start and a 15 year old boy, timid and not at all Lindsey, comes over with his binder. I'm thinking - this is not good. Ana sees him, gets the drift and starts sobbing. Not just her whiny "i don't want to do this" cries, but terrified sobs.
I ask him where Lindsey is and she's not there. Okay. I get Ana into the pool but she will not let go of my leg. Zac is slipping all over the pool deck cause his flip flops are slippery. I could stand in the most shallow end with my capris on but the new teacher looks at me and points - "we're going over there." I glare at him, take Ana's hand and say to them "We're leaving."
Here is Ana just after we left the pool.
Not too happy. Needless to say I think we are done lessons for the time being! Both the kids were crying again when I said that we wouldn't be getting freezies this time.
So ends the saga of our first attempt at swimming lessons. A few things I've learned:
- Don't take your small children to swimming lessons during a public swim
- Don't take them at supper time
- Don't take them together (fear breeds fear)
- Always offer bribes even if they don't always work
So, this sounds funny, but last night I was so frustrated. Sam was golfing and I thought I was ready to flip out. Thank goodness for friends! Cherie (from next door) brought over supper and we ate together until it was time to put the kids to bed (her husband Scott was golfing with Sam). I am very thankful for friends like Cherie who help me get in my quota of adult conversation when Sam is not home.
Something I was reflecting on today is from Psalm 34: 4&5.
I sought the Lord and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.
My desire is to always look to Him.