Raising little Westies, and life as parent of a special needs son
Last summer, my kids all went along to swimming lessons. They were great – both the swimming lessons, and my kids.
Summer though comes to an end, and swimming is replaced by football, which takes up so much time that swimming isn’t such a great idea when we are so busy as well.
These last couple of weeks, I have been taking my kids to the local swimming pool. My youngest non-verbal son has had quite a bit of anxiety in coming to grips with being back in the pool. But in his take-on-the-world style, he rapidly got back to his previous confidence and was using the water slide, but remained concerned with putting his face under the water.
This weekend just gone, all that has changed.
It started in the shallowest pools, with my son happily ducking under the water.
Then yesterday, I suggested to him that he comes with me into “the big pool“. This pool has a ramp running the whole length of the pool in one lane, which ends in water that is 1.2m deep – nowhere near out of depth for myself, but far too deep for my son to have his head above the water while standing on the floor.
He happily followed me in. He happily laid front down and attempted to dogpaddle.
I was overjoyed.
He managed to get himself all the way to the shallowest end of the pool, although this was quite a challenge for him.
We finished the day with him hanging onto my elbows, laying face down, and kicking his way through the water.
With a start to the summer (well – Winter is finished!) this great, I’m hopeful that swimming lessons will be very positive, fruitful, and successful.
Great work to my youngest son.
I will also add that all this success followed having been told he could not use the water slide due to a childs birthday party which had booked the facility.