|I really wish Ariana wasn't so comfortable without a noodle.|
Ariana advanced to the class that meets in the dive pool.
The dive pool is THIRTEEN FEET DEEP.
At first I was a mental mess, watching my daughter flail around in all that water. I was sure she was going to drown.
I texted Marco and ranted about the foolishness of putting young children in deep water.
He texted back that....blah, blah blah....I should be glad she was experiencing the depths in a controlled environment....blah, blah....she would be fine...logical blah, blah.....I was letting my own fears get the best of me.
So I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, and left the swimming area.
I decided it would be better to just not watch.
Every day, while the other moms dutifully sat on the bleachers and watched their kids during swimming lessons, I walked out of the room and made Eleanor walk laps on the track with me.
|I would like to protest the practice of allowing five-year-olds jump off diving boards.|
Yeah, even though there were ten other swimming teachers, two life guards, and two supervisors around, it still took a lot of courage for me to leave.
|Last day of swimming lessons and she's still alive!|