As soon as I became pregnant with Alice I knew one of the classes that I would start with her, was swimming classes. My mum doesn’t like water and can’t swim, but she was determined that both my brother and I would be able to swim. She took us swimming, even though she hated it. We had swimming lessons and she sat on the side and watched us. And every holiday we had, she always made sure it had a swimming pool.
I used to love the water as a child, I was always the last one out of the pool on holiday. Either my dad would stay in and play with me or my mum would read her book on the side and I would play happily on my own. I was definitely a water baby!
I started classes with Alice when she was fourteen weeks old and we went every week in term time until she was two years old. Then when I had a Holly we had a short break from classes and Andy used to take her swimming at the weekends.
Alice ten months old
Then Holly arrived and I started classes with her, when she was fourteen weeks old. At the same time I started Alice’s lessons again. Their classes were on different days, which meant I was swimming twice a week. Anyone that has taken their baby and toddler swimming will know that this can be exhausting. Getting them and you ready, doing the lessons, then getting you both dry and dressed again…
I was starting to dread the classes and spoke to Andy about it. We are both really keen for our girls to be able to swim, it is a life saving skill and we decided to see if we could move both their lessons to the weekend. This would mean that Andy could help out.
Thankfully on a Saturday their lessons were back to back and they had space for them both. Yes, this would mean I was in the water for an hour, but I only had to do it once a week. It became our normal Saturday routine and it was the perfect solution.
But, as with anything it doesn’t last forever. Alice has always been really confident in the water and she was starting to loose this a bit. She would be reaching out for me when she didn’t need to. It was time for Alice to start having lessons without mummy in the water…
Yesterday Alice had her first lesson on her own. There were two teachers in the pool and four children, including Alice. She was really excited about starting swimming again and to be going in on her own. These lessons were at a different place to where we had been going since she was fourteen weeks old, but that didn’t phase her.
All she kept saying was ‘you are not going to get wet mummy, I will be the wettest girl in the world’. Leading up to her new lessons starting I won’t lie part of me was relieved that I no longer had to get in the pool every week. After doing it for nearly four years and for part of that twice a week, I was a bit over it.
But, watching Alice walking into the building today with her bag on her back and me not wearing my swimsuit under my clothes (to save time) I was a bit sad. It was another sign that my little girl is growing up and taking another step towards independence. I don’t think it helped that she had her first day at school on Friday and its all happening at once.
She got ready all on her own, walked confidently to the side of the pool and got in with the teacher. I couldn’t have been more proud of her. She was literally grinning from cheek to cheek and kept checking I was watching when it was turn.
So, our new Saturday routine will now be me sat on the side of the pool watching Alice swimming lesson. Just like my mum did for me when I was little. At the moment it feels like a big step, but it will soon become an ordinary moment in our week…
Joining Katie at Mummy Daddy Me for The Ordinary Moments