OMG you guys. OMG.
A few weeks ago we signed up for "Parent/Tot" swim lessons. We receive a gift of two sessions of swim lessons for Ro at christmas, and this was the applicable class.
The first session has come and gone. It was ok. Lots of singing, coddling, splashing and playing with toys. It was perfect, for what it was.
I was left wanting, however. So when we started this session in the parent/tot class again, I took action. The next level is for 3-5 year olds (not 2 year olds), so my inquiry into moving her up a class was met with apprehension. We agreed that if she went to the teacher for class (i.e. didn't throw a fit and freak out because Mommy and Daddy weren't there) then that was it: she would be allowed to stay. Otherwise, it was back down into baby-land for us.
People. If you know my Ro, you know she had no problem heading off into the water without us. She didn't even look for us until the half-hour lesson was minutes from being over. After I handed over my beloved into the hands of people who I've never spoken to in my life, we made ourselves scarce behind a fence- close enough to watch, far enough to be out of sight.
Let me tell you- when I sat down upon the cement step and turned to see how my baby was doing in her first moments of un-parented swim lessons, she was perfect. It was as if she'd been doing it all along. No problem. My Mommy heart got tight, my eyes burned and clear fluid pooled in my eyelids. Oh, man.
She did AMAZING. She jumped in with no quibbling (she quibbles with me, one reason I thought to move her up), she practiced floating on her back and front. They kicked and scooped. She and another little boy had to be separated because they were more interested in shenanigans than paying attention. This made E and I giggle.
It was amazing. I am SO stink'in proud.