proud

charlie had swim lessons today,

in lake george,

perfecting his strokes,

and sam wanted to take some, too.

luckily, there was a  3-5 year old class but...

it wasn't for an hour.

so we crafted.

"is it time for my lesson yet?"

we played on the playground.

"now mommy?"

we walked to our chairs to suit up.

"hurry mom. we are going to be late!"

he walked to the edge of the dock.

jumped right in to his teacher.

first time with out his life jacket.

didn't even look over his shoulder at me.

the one time i encouraged him,

he hushed me explaining he had to listen to his teacher.

he couldn't have been any prouder of himself when he walked out of the lake 30 minutes later with blue lips...

and neither could we.