I told you Alex was going to the pool, I told you he was terrified because he keeps falling in, I asked for tips. Natalie suggested letting him wear his glasses in the pool because she has really bad eyesight and the pool looked a lot deeper than it actually was when she was little. I read that and said to myself... you dumbass! No wonder he keeps falling in! He can't freakin' see! So, I made a note to make sure I grabbed his glasses. We bought a swimming diaper, we bought swimming shoes, we packed squeezy toys.
I checked, double checked, triple checked the things I packed trying to be sure I had everything but my checking and double checking and triple checking and then asking for help going through my list annoys the heck out of my husband so we left without the fresh pair of eyes... and Alex's glasses.
We get to Riverchase and on the way to the pool, Alex kicks his shoe off. We go to put swimming diapers on him and the grandbaby and I start putting Alex's shoe back on when my husband tells me he doesn't think shoes are allowed. No glasses, no shoes, in a pool. This is not starting out well.
When we made plans to go, my husband said it starts shallow and gradually gets deep, definitely not like a regular swimming pool. more like a river. no, not so much. maybe outside. not inside. and it was too cold to be outside. Inside, it starts with about a 12 inch drop into about 6 inches of water. That is not like a river. and Alex is very offended. he wants nothing to do with it. I got him sitting on the edge with our feet in the water and he still wasn't happy. we tried to walk around in the water and he hated it. He whined, he cried. He wanted goodbye and he wanted goodbye right freaking now.
I sat there beside him, sitting on the edge of the pool with our feet in the water and I wondered... what the hell was I thinking!? He HATES the pool! Why would I put him through this? What is so f*cking important that I would torment him like this? so he can go on Friday Field Trips to a place he doesn't want to go? a place that frightens him? What is the big deal that I needed to make him do this? I respect my fears but make him face his... what kind of mother am I? Why would I think this was ok?
I sighed and took him for a walk... where we saw the ramp. yes, a ramp. with handrails. and walls. I remembered reading in Alex's report card that "He does great walking when he is in close proximity to the wall." hmmm.... We walked to the ramp with the rail and the wall and I let go. I stepped back. I waited to see what he would do.
He walked up to the water and kicked it. He looked at the water. he kicked it again. he stepped in and kicked the water. he stepped out. he walked in to his knees. he walked out. he ran in and fell before I could catch him, splashing water in his face. I helped him up and wiped his face. He walked out. He walked in up to his knees. walked out. walked to his knees. walked out. walked in to his chest. He held on to the rail and jumped... jumpy-jumpy-jumpy... He smiled. He laughed. He splashed and jumped and paced.... He LOVED IT!