Water baby

Erin started swim lessons on Tuesday. Since Kurt loves to scuba dive, and I love to be in the water, one might assume that taking her was purely selfish on our part. After all, if Erin loves the water, that means we probably get to enjoy our own hobbies more often. However, that was not our motivation. While it would be flattering for our daughter to express an interest in the same things her parents like, the real reason we enrolled her is because we truly hope she gets as much enjoyment out of swimming as we do.

The day started out on an ominous note, with Erin being very uncooperative while I struggled with putting on her swim diaper. I tried to keep my cool by telling her that it was the precursor to something really fun. She was more interested in crawling away.

However, when it came time to go in the pool, Erin was wide-eyed, curious, and full of smiles. I had a great time in the pool with her, and she seemed to enjoy herself too. In fact, of the four infants in the class, Erin,despite being the youngest, was the only one who did not cry or go into hysterics at some point (not even when she got splashed or dunked under the water). She readily went to the teacher and even squealed with laughter a few times.

I didn't want to project my own desires onto Erin's experience, but when her teacher, Miss Becky, came up to us later and said that Erin was so comfortable in the water, it really confirmed how happy Erin was in the pool. Then she said that Erin is a true "water baby". I'm really glad that the most traumatic part of the swim lesson was the diaper change. I only hope that all the rest of our classes prove to be just as much fun for both of us.