Last Thursday was a big day.
In the morning we marked the girls’ last swim lesson. We did a total of two sessions…twenty lessons in all…and I had to work not to tear up bidding farewell to Ms. Jeanie.
Over the past two months, I’ve seen the girls transform…from kids who didn’t want to get their faces wet this time last year…to kids who were beyond excited to retrieve rings off the bottom of the pool!
I don’t know how much there was to do with the girls’ age – 4 ½ this summer, versus 3 ½ last summer – versus the perfect-for-us approach of Ms. Jeanie. She was fun and inviting, but firm. She would let the girls experiment and have a good time in the water, but she also let them feel the consequences of their actions. “If you don’t keep your belly up and your head back (when floating), you’ll sink!”
The girls truly thrived in the pool this summer. By the last lesson, they could swim almost across the pool! And most importantly, they loved it. I am so very grateful to Ms. Jeanie, who set them up for a lifetime of fun in the water. I’m already looking forward to seeing her again next summer.
And then Thursday afternoon was our last tumbling class.
Outside of swimming lessons, which I would put in an entirely different category, the girls had never participated in any kind of class / activity. Since they did so well in the preschool setting, I thought they would be fine…but when the first class started and I saw they were by far the youngest, I began to worry it wouldn’t be a great fit.
All the other kids had taken tumbling before, but our girls didn’t know a forward roll from a cartwheel…much less how to do one. I was really pleased, though. With the exception of stretches and warm-ups, the girls got a lot of one-on-one attention from the instructors.
What surprised me, and SO warmed my heart, too, was how much help they got from the older girls. I worried that the older kiddos (the average age was probably seven or eight) would get frustrated having to “share” the floor with my girls. I couldn’t always hear the dialogue, but everything I saw was just the opposite. The older kiddos helped direct A&B on where to go, and they encouraged them all along the way.
The girls LOVED tumbling…and they LOVED the welcome waves across the parking lot, and the hugs from the older kids at the end of class.
Thursday was bittersweet, for sure. Our girlies are growing up…learning…and doing new things. It’s such a blessing to watch, and kinda hard to see one chapter close.
Of course we’re looking forward to the next chapters, of which I know there will be many!