Master Frugal loves going swimming but no matter what we do to help him learn to swim properly it just doesn’t seem to click and he really doesn’t want to go to swimming lessons – we went a couple of times and he hated every minute as he says he felt like everyone was watching him!
He can swim underwater really well and has mastered the perfect handstand and underwater somersaults – it’s just the actual swimming part that he struggles with.
Anyway, this week he’s been doing an intensive swimming course with his school which involves him going swimming every afternoon for two weeks and he’s loving it. He came home from school the other day with the fantastic news that he’d finally managed to swim 25 metres and he was clearly very proud of his achievement.
He sat with me and told me about it in details – how he felt, who watched him, how tired it made him and even how part way through the label in his new swimming trunks made him itchy! Then his Dad came home and I listened to it all again! Then I put him to bed and he wanted to talk about it again!
After hearing the whole story of his swim several times, I sat down to enjoy a little bit of peace and quiet when I heard him coming downstairs. This is the conversation we had at this point:
Master F: You know I swam my 25 metres today Mam?
Me: Did you darling, you never said!
Master F: Don’t be silly, you know I did. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t expecting me to get a certificate.
Me: Why wouldn’t you get a certificate if you swam the distance?
Master F: Because they said you don’t get one if you hold on to the side twice and put your feet down on the floor a few times. That’s a silly rule isn’t it?
