Since I'm going to be turning three soon, all kinds of things are changing. First there was preschool. (I still cry every morning when my daddy drops me off because I miss him.) And now there's a new swim class - beginner 1. No more baby swim class for me.
It all started a few weeks ago when Ms. Lisa, my baby swim class teacher, talked to dada and told him that I'm ready to move to the next level. So, she started to look for a class for me. Ideally, mama and dada would've had me in beginner 1 class that she taught. But she only teaches beginner 1 classes during the weekday. Boo!
Well, she found a class for me on Tuesday nights at 6:45 pm. When mama and dada told me about the new class, I was not happy. I did not want to go. I did not want to swim on my own. I did not want new teachers. I did not want a different day of the week. But they didn't listen to me. (They never do.)
Ms. Lisa told mama and dada that my swim friend, Pete, was also going to be in the same class. Pete started baby swim classes around the same time as me. They probably thought it wouldn't be as bad if Pete was in the same class as me. You'd think they'd have figured out that having friends when I transition doesn't help.
So, today was my first beginner 1 class where I got in the water without mama or dada. How did I do? I cried...a lot. I wanted mama. I kept looking at the glass window where she watched me swim, pointing and crying. Mama said she could hear my crying on the other side of the glass. My new teachers, Sean and a girl who's name mama didn't get, were very patient and attentive. They carried me around the pool and showed me lots of toys. The swim center director even came over to see what was going on.
Eventually, I started doing some of the things I know how to do like monkey walk along the wall, and float on my back. But I'd still cry when I sat on the stairs or stood on the island. When class was finally over, I saw mama and the tears started all over again. But mama said that I did a great job and she was very proud of me and she would buy me froyo with mochi. That made me feel better and the tears suddenly stopped.
I love swimming by myself (froyo). Sucker!