I am pretty amazed at how well Max takes to the water. Seriously, no fear. Which is totally opposite of me who is sort of consumed by fear.
So when Max dunks under the water and pops up with a glimmer of panic in his eyes, I turn off my over reactor mama button and cheer with glee that he held his breath and made it back to the top!
And crazy kid, he does it over and over again. He actually just jumps right in. He even pushes my hands off him as if he can just paddle his lil ass away.
Ugh, enough to give me a small heart attack.
Well we start swim school for Max next week which is right about perfect timing. Now only If I can find a class for me.