On the way to swimming lessons on Sunday, Reid said, “I’m the goodest, umm, [pause as she looked for the correction that I always provide] best in my class.” I told her that I didn’t know if she was the best but I did like how she paid attention to the teacher and tried to do whatever the teacher suggested. She is, incidentally, the best in her class but her behaviour is my biggest concern. Given that she is now bold enough to be a bit of a danger to herself, I worry more.
During the class, Reid did the floats, bobs and rockets that the teacher asked her to do. She even got the rings from the pool’s bottom with her hands rather than her feet. At the end of the class, the teacher helped the girls put on their life jackets and then led them to the deep end where the rope for swinging out over the water was out for play. I wondered if Reid would balk but, of course, she is now “fearless Reid” and she didn’t hesitate as the teacher helped her climb the rope. Like most of the kids, Reid swung out and then let go when the rope made it back to the midway point.
Reid’s teacher was handing out report cards by the time I made my way to the class. To my surprise, Reid’s evaluation had a sticker attached to it, indicating that she passed. Reid spent so long in Preschool B, that I didn’t expect that she’d pass Preschool C after only one session. In Preschool D, they’re going to teach her to do front and back crawl, for goodness sake. I’d signed her up for C for the next 2 sessions. Ken thought she’d need only 1 extra session at the same level and so I added a Preschool D, that I planned to cancel. All this to say, I rushed home to try and find a class at the right level with spots available for the next session. The third was the charm and I snapped up the last spot. I sure hope it works out. I think it will be good for Reid to be weaker than most so that she has to work a bit harder and listen to the teacher more. Does that make me a bad human being?