I have a six year old daughter, my eldest, who is a delight. She's smart, funny, and very energetic. And she drives me absolutely bananas at times. Like this morning, at swimming lessons.
She likes the pool, and wants to learn to swim, sure, but she has a very tough time trusting the teacher, or me, or anyone really, when it comes to actually trying something that advances her swimming skills.
So there she sat this morning, on the top pool step, trembling and fearful, because the instructor had tried to take her to the 'deep end'. Now, by deep end I mean the part of the pool that is ever-so-slightly deeper than the shallower part of the pool. We're talking 4 feet vs. 3 feet 6 inches here, now, so don't get excited.
And the funny thing is, she actually can swim a bit, keeping herself afloat and moving short distances safely. It's almost inconceivable that such a smart energetic kid should have such a reaction over something so manageable.
I lapsed into reminiscence. I thought back to the summer of '72. I was 12, and swimming competitively for our country club team, as was my brother (11) and sister (13). My little brother was 6, the same age as my daughter now. And he was swimming competitively for the club already at that age, completing a 25 yard freestyle that summer in a 10-and-under race. No, he didn't win - though by finishing the length I guess he really did.
My daughter will swim strongly and confidently. I'm not concerned. Hey, it's in the genes.