My kids' class was taken out to five-foot-deep water and told to hold on to the edge of the pool while the teacher worked with them one at a time. Many of the other kids in the class could swim, but mine couldn't yet.
While the instructor was halfway across the pool with one kid, my son lost his grip. He went under. I waited for a second to see if he would grab hold of the ledge again, but it quickly became clear from the way he was thrashing around that he couldn't.
I don't remember getting up from the bleachers where the parents sat over to the side of the pool, but I was there in a second. The head lifeguard also ran over and called the instructor's name, which is when he saw my son, came over and grabbed him. We hoisted him out of the pool.
He was hysterical. I sat there with him in my arms on the pool deck and rocked him back and forth. After about 10 minutes, the lifeguard recommended trying to get him back in. I said there was no way I was going to do that unless they moved back to the shallow end. They did, and he bravely got back in the water.
I cheered him on for a few minutes, and then went back to the bleachers where I broke down sobbing, holding my son's towel over my face so he wouldn't see me cry.
After that, swimming went from being something I wanted them to learn how to do at some point to being something they had to learn how to do now.
I found a swim center that gave private lessons, with a focus solely on turning kids into swimmers. The first few times mine went they hated it. These instructors did not let them grab onto the sides or stand in the shallow end—when they needed a break, the teachers would flip them over onto their backs so that they could learn to float.
My kids would be asked to go from Point A to Point B in the shallow end. They would sink and they would cough, but they would get there. And boy, did they hate that. It was scary for them and not the least bit fun, but guess who didn't care? This mom. Because you know what's scarier and even less fun? Drowning.
Within a month, my kids could swim across the entire pool. And now, two years later, they love going to their lessons and can't wait to go swimming.
These lessons have not been cheap and the swim center is on the other side of town, but the peace of mind I got from knowing that my kids know how to float, swim and tread water has been worth all of it.
Swim class is the only activity I have forced my kids into without caring whether or not they enjoyed themselves. But as I learned when I saw my son struggling for air in five feet of water, swimming is one of those skills that shouldn't be optional for any child, whether you take them to private lessons or out to the local swimming hole. And while they may cry and complain, just tell yourself their tears will be worth it. It worked for me.
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