As much as I love the fact that both Archie and Chris get to spend some quality father-son time together each week at their Water Babies class, I can’t help but feel like I’m missing out a little (oh how I wish we could both get in with him each week). But nevertheless I love watching them two splashing around together and learning new skills.
Anyway, this week Chris was feeling a little under the weather and didn’t want to pass on anything to the other babies in the class. So, rather than missing another week of classes, I decided I’d take him in the pool instead.
I found it really bittersweet. It was amazing to be in the pool with him, but because our lessons are held at the hospital where Archie was born, it somehow reminded me of our failed attempt at a water birth when I was in labour with him. I know that probably sounds a little weird, but the mind works in many unusual ways sometimes.
But wow, I had such a wonderful time with him and to see how happy being in the pool makes him even closer than usual made my heart smile. Being a part of these precious memories means the world to me and although they are things he won’t remember in years to come, we will so that makes them important.
I had the wonderful opportunity to witness this special moment. This week our instructors took hold of the babies and let go of them underwater while we sit back and watch (underwater too of course). It was so weird watching someone else let go of your little one and be told not to grab them and just watch. Typical of Archie, he was as chilled in that water as a fish, simply looking around and turning away from both me and his teacher to swim away on his own. It was such a proud moment.
This week’s class has spurred me on to go swimming with Archie more, so we’re going to go to our local leisure pool at least once a week. I want to be able to get him used to the water even more than he already is to make sure he never loses his love of swimming.