I have never actually learned to swim.
I can kick and stay afloat and do all the things that will keep me from drowning, but I most comfortabe drifting along in the shallow end of the pool atop a raft that comes with a can holder.
The Hubs, on the other hand, grew up a competitive swimmer and even now, at a big 6''1', can slice cleanly through the water. At one point deep in his scuba diving days, he entertained the thought of going for his Underwater Rescue Diver certification and running his own dive shop.
I still hold my nose to go underwater.
Needless to say, I was a little anxious about Bjorn's first day of swim lessons. Would he take after me and dip his toes slowly in the water or like his Daddy and dive right in?
I shouldn't have worried. He dove.
Like a natural, he jumped right in and when the instructor said to kick, he kicked. When he asked Bjorn to use his arms, he did. And when he asked him to do both at the same time, the little Boy Wonder did that, too.
He blew bubbles, dove under water for plastic pool rings and jumped in the water from the side of the pool. He swam (with me holding him just above water) from one end of the pool to the other and back again. He seal-crawled in the shallow end and monkey walked along the length of the pool, holding onto the railing.
Having been in a pool only half a dozen times at most, he was a completely natural. Took to it like a fish to water.
So it looks like we may be spending alot of time in the water in the future. Guess I will have to take swim lessons, too!