What’s in a Name
Lil D used to have a major fear of swimming. My parents have a pool in their backyard. Lil D would play around the pool rather than in it.
We tried several rounds of group swimming lessons. I could see the frustration on the instructors face as he gripped her neck with all his might when she would try to put him in the water.
After a long discussion with my friends, it was clear that private lessons were the way to go.
We started May 1. Lil D was happy as a clam in the water with Kim, right from Day 1. He ran after balls in the pool, put his face in the water to pick up rings off the bottom, and even swam with a noodle on his own – all in the first lesson.
We just finished the nine weeks and the progress has been fantastic.
So, besides having one on one attention and progressing at his own pace, what was different? Simple. We called it “Water Games” rather than “Swimming Lessons”. After the first few classes I would sometimes catch myself calling it “swimming”, but Lil D never stopped calling it “Water Games”.
This week we start a weekly group swimming lesson. It happens to be at a pool where he has attended (and loved) camp, so in a moment of inspiration this morning, I decided, this session of summer group lessons will be called “Swim Camp”.
Wish me luck.