This morning I was brought right back into a moment a couple of years ago, to the first five moments of Olivia’s first unparented swimming class. Nervous to meet the teacher, she climbed up my body trying to become a part of me because she was so nervous to get into the water, meet the teacher, and start the class. Tears were shed at Sea Otter swimming lessons the last time around, from Olivia, and me.
Violet has been talking about her swimming class all week. On Thursday, when we brought her along to Olivia’s swimming class, she pulled us by the hand over the toddler pool, showing us where she was going to have her lessons. This morning came, and with it the memories, seeing a couple of other toddlers climbing up their own parents, the same way that Olivia did just a couple of short years ago.
We high-fived when she met the swim teacher, and she got in the water and sat on the bench, patiently waiting her turn to float, blow bubbles and pretend to be a rocket ship.
Then the moment I knew was going to come, came. As he was helping one of the other little girls kick across the water building those first swimming skills, Violet took off under the water, like a rocket ship, clear swimming to the other side of the toddler pool. Giving her a big thumbs up sign, she just smiled at me and went on with the class. The prereq introductory class to level up may have been lost on this kid who learned to swim in a hot tub in Canmore.
‘Well, She’s Passed Sea Otter”, he joked.
She looked over at me every few minutes, as I was snapping photos of her, asking if the class ‘been over yet’ – so she could go to the deep end.
Just like that, she went in the water, and just like that, she swam, in typical no big deal Violet style. I’m constantly amazed at the differences in these two children.