A few weeks ago, I posted our troubles in swimming lessons. My son was disrupting the lesson so much his sister couldn’t get the teaching she needed. I have to say that I was actually feeling very worried about him at the time. People had commented to us several times in a short period that he didn’t seem able to stay focused on one activity for very long, and we had certainly been battling it out with him at church on a regular basis. However, though he hasn’t changed a bit, I am now feeling much better about it all.
A new swimming lesson session began last week. He’d been in a group with a female instructor, 2 girls (sometimes 1) and a little boy who is slightly afraid of the water. This time, however, I was happy to see that he has been assigned to a male instructor, and there are two other boys in his group. They wandered into the water a few minutes before the official whistle because his instructor wasn’t “sure what we are waiting for.” It was clear right away that the instructor and the three boys each had their own agenda for the lesson. He said, “Come over here to the step so we can kick!” and the three boys each swam in a different direction: one to the wall, one toward the fountain, and one to the opposite end of the steps. Luckily the water slowed them down and he could herd them all back to the right spot. They kicked for a second, and then he quickly moved them on to the wall where they could jump in. I think they were all supposed to sit and wait their turn. Instead, he put one up, and as he reached for the second, the first jumped. The third continued to swim toward the fountain. This was repeated several times. Eventually they got around to blowing bubbles (one at a time, never simultaneously) and then the tried some floating. Part of the time I felt the instructor might not even be able to say where all three boys were if suddenly asked. The other part of the time, I wasn’t sure the instructor could say where he was if suddenly asked.
I was continually glancing away from this debacle long enough to see that my daughter’s lovely group of girls were all synchronized in their compliance with the instructors instructions. She proudly waved several times.
I walked away with a smile on my face….make that I ran after my son at the end of the lesson with a smile on my face. Boys. They really are just different. And he is only 3. Seeing him with a group of other 3 year old boys, and one quite bit older than 3, I felt like everything is going to work out just fine.