About a month ago I decided it was time to sign Joey up for swim lessons at our local YMCA. Since she's three I thought that was the perfect age to get her started before too much fear set in. Her first class went great, she jumped in, went under water, she even talked about it when we got home. Her next class didn't go so well, she didn't want to jump in this time or go under water. A little fear had set in and all she did was cry. The teacher suggested that due to her genuine fear that maybe we should switch to the mommy & me class. So that's what we did, we switched classes, and now i'm getting in with her, helping her learn to swim. I wanted her to be able to do something without me, which is part of the reason I signed her up for swim lessons. The more I thought about it though, I feel blessed that she wants me to be there, that she feels comfortable and safe with me and knows I won't let anything happen to her. Now she is jumping in, going under and just swimming like a little fish, all with my help, but that's o.k. I hope she never stops needing me. I thank God for the little blessing she is. I know I will wish for these days back. I already am, and we haven't even gotten to that point yet.
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