The class is every Tuesday and Thursday evening, and there are a total of 4 kids in his class. The teacher has a platform that she puts right in the middle of this 3 1/2 foot deep pool area, and they basically stand on the platform and hang onto a bar while the teacher takes turns with each one of them.
Can I just say that during the ENTIRE half hour session I am staring at him like a hawk with my heart pounding at about 200 beats per minute, ready to pounce into the water in 2.5 seconds flat? It drives me absolutely insane to see him standing on a platform in the middle of this pool, waiting for him to fall off the minute he lets go of the bar. If anyone wants to torture me, this is the way to do it. I am at maximum anxiety level the entire time, which I hate so much, because Merrick absolutely loves every minute of the lesson. I know it's not logical. There are instructors, lifeguards, me, Craig...there's no way this kid is going to drown. But my body just does not want to accept this logic.
Now, I will say in my defense that Merrick has in fact let go of the bar lots of times, and has already fallen off the platform twice and the teacher has had to fish him out. But really, he was probably bobbing in the water for no more than 3-5 seconds before she had him. Of course both times I'm yelling the instructor's name (despite the fact that she's all over it) and have one foot in the pool already. Poor instructor, she must think I'm nutso.
Sigh...I really, really hope for my own sake that I can let loose a little during these sessions, and soon. But Merrick is having so much fun with swimming, we wouldn't dream of discontinuing. A few pictures of him and his fellow hooligans below:
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