Swimming lessons at the YMCA have begun for the Cupit kids. Maren feared she made the wrong decision sending them to the "best budget" option instead of the pricier but city-renowned facility across town. So far, however, she is pleasantly pleased. The teachers are doing a fantastic job.
Each child has had a different reaction described below:
Laurel, for those yet to make her acquaintance is stubborn, persistent, and competitive (sounds like the makings of a great athlete, hmmm?) Fortunately for her, she has a mother nearly as stubborn and a father nearly as persistent. One day she may realize she can outlast them in these qualities, but hopefully that is a LONG way off. Before swimming lessons, Laurel has been terrified of putting her face in the water. She's not a little scared, but rather neck-clutching death-grip horrified. After two days of lessons, she's still scared, but observers can see her fight her fear and try couragously to do what the teacher asks. She looks forward to swimming lessons and raises her hand as fast as she can when the teacher asks, "Who wants to go next?" She's making progress and quite possibly she'll pick up the medal for most improved.
Some of our readers may remember a story last year about a bribe Laurel's mother offered her if she learned how to swim for real, by herself. She wants the baby doll that swims on its own. She didn't get it last year because she didn't reach the goal. But she still wants the doll and knows what she has to do to get it. After getting 2 thumbs up from her mom today for trying to swim to the wall, she climbed out of the pool, came running over and asked, "Can I get the doll now, Mom?" It seems her persistence is tied to her desire to get what she wants...bribery is the best disciplinarian for Laurel.
Brant, in contrast, has barely any competitive blood in his body. He just doesn't care about a race. He's learning different things at swimming lessons so far. He has learned how to turn over on his belly from sitting on the edge and slide in. Next he's supposed to pull himself up on his elbows to climb out. He has a little bit of trouble with this, but he's getting better. Today he reached a few inches to the side of the pool by himself, but for the most part he just likes to sit on the steps and play. He played a little too much today and whacked the kid next to him while twirling his goggles. The other kid was pretty upset, but Brant looked like a sad little puppy dog. He just sat on the steps and stared at the string on his bathing suit. After the lesson, Maren asked him what happened to the other little boy and Brant just whimpered over and again, "It was an accident, Mommy; it was an accident." If he didn't truly feel bad about doing something wrong, he sure fooled his mom. He agreed easily to leave his goggles in the swim bag tomorrow and use them only after the lesson is over.
As an extra tidbit, our readers may want to know Laurel's newest request. She saw a man driving his car the other day with the windows rolled down and the hip-hop music turned up. She now asks almost every day if she can ride with the windows down so everyone can hear the music playing in the van. So if you see a mom in a mini-van around town, with the windows down and "Part of That World" blaring through the wind, feel free to smile!