JMan is not one to be pushed. He is like transmission fluid: friction goes up in relation to the pressure that is put on him.
JMan is tall, lean, strong. I know that he would be a good swimmer if he got some instruction. His sister, Bookzilla, is quick to try any new thing that comes along. Last summer, we were at the outdoor pool and she saw kids lining up for the diving board. She asked if she could try it. I said yes and she started cannon balling. JMan is willing to watch her try things, but reluctant to do it on his own.
I took him to a parent-toddler swim class when he was twoish. He complained about the water on his face. Incessantly. I tried to get him to try some things in the pool, but he will not do anything I suggest, at least not while I am there.
I signed him up for a swim class. He said he was not going to do it. He complained and griped the whole way there. As the instructor was leading them around to get in the pool, he was crying, “My dad is making me do this and I don’t want to do it!”
Once he was in the water, he was laughing and joking with the instructor. But when he got out, he said that the class wasn’t even about swimming. The next night, he kicked with a kickboard, to the instructor. He did a good job. The instructor had to spend more time with other kids because they were slow to learn. After the lesson, JMan called me over and demonstrated a survival float to me.
Along the way of trying to get this boy to try things in swimming, I explained my many near drowning experiences and what I had done to overcome my fear of water. When I came back to the States from Germany, I used the pool at my apartment complex to decondition myself. I went into the deep end and did a survival float (I didn’t know that it was called that at the time) where one goes into a fetal ball and floats just at the surface of the water, extending out to take a breath, then back into the ball. So, JMan demonstrated that to me last night. Then he got out of the pool and said that he didn’t need to take swimming lessons because he already knew how to swim.
He pushes back on me because it is safe to do so. I find some small solace in that. The transmission of him to me and me to him is fluid and happens when we are not watching.