I wasn't planning on doing swim lessons at the pool this summer, but I needed someone who wasn't me to get Thomas comfortable in the swim club pool. I arranged private lessons once a week with the same college girl who taught him last year. Thomas was excited up until the point when she got there. He planted his feet and refused to move. I had to pick him up and take him to the steps where he grabbed the hand rail and would not let go. I pried his fingers off and literally handed this sobbing child to her. Again I felt like a horrible mom, but sometimes he just needs that tough love and extra push. And you know what, in two minutes he was fine and smiling!
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