As regular readers of the blog will know, I have a bit of an issue with water. It’s not as bad as it used to be, in the days where I couldn’t even use a fixed shower head. But it still needs improvement. I’ve been really keen for my son not to share my fear of water, hence his swimming lessons. He loves it, he’s a fish. We went to the pool by ourselves the Saturday before last, the kid’s pool was full, we were sent to the big pool. I coped, just. My son was teaching me to put my ears in the water. I realised that it was time for me to take the plunge and have adult swimming lessons.
Eek! I did learn to swim exactly 20 years ago. I remember the day I got my 10 metres certificate. I was so proud. I had achieved so much. But, although I am not totally terrified of the water, I’ve really lost any confidence to get my feet off the bottom of the pool. I want to be able to help my son as he starts his swimming journey. At the moment, I’m a hindrance. I can’t even blow bubbles in the water, he can.
It’s time to be big, brave and start adult swimming lessons. I did enquire about them when my son had his lesson last week. They took my number, and sod’s law they rang while we were in London on Friday afternoon.
So, today I will be ringing them back, arranging adult swimming lessons. So this week’s magic moment is about a nearly 46-year-old Mum trying to be as brave as her 4-year-old son. It’s going to be an emotional journey I’m sure. Watch this space for my big splash!
ps. Nina if you are reading this, thank you for getting me back in the pool when my son was a baby, without you being there then, I would NEVER have made the call x