She just completed her first week in her pre-K classroom, up from preschool. She is the youngest one in there, but her teacher said she is the first one done with her work and asking for more. I've seen the work she has done, and I must say it is really good work. They do a lot of worksheets, which isn't necessarily my 'thing', but I am seeing some quality work. Her handwriting is coming along, but I don't think she's has officially picked which hand she wants to consistently work with yet. Anyways, bottom line, the teacher had nothing but great things to say and was excited that Greta enjoyed working so much. This teacher has done amazing things with children, and most of her students coming away reading amazingly well.
Greta's other accomplishment this week has been her swimming. It's hard to believe that 15 months ago when we took her to the pool she latched on to us like a giant leach sucking the very life out of any limb she could attach herself to. It didn't matter how many flotation devices she wore -- there were times she couldn't even move we had so much inflatable plastic with her -- she just panicked. After joining the pool last year, we saw so much improvement. She went from using a mask, floaties and a swim ring, to just a ring or floaties (still the mask). She even put her face in the water.
This summer, I can say my first born -- at just before 4 years of age -- has already accomplished more in the pool than I have or ever will accomplish in my lifetime. And I am totally fine -- and a bit relieved --by that. As of last week, Greta removed her floaties, didn't want the ring, choose goggles or a mask and went in the pool. She even moved away from her death cling on against the side of the pool. She went under water, picked up her feet, did the most beautiful breast stroke with her arms, shot that butt up in the air and kicked like a hundred hungry sharks were chasing her for dinner. She swam. Really swam. She went about 5 feet. IMPRESSIVE!!!! Not to mention, as we walked with her, she was able to hold her breath about a good half of a width in the pool. She's a fish. Or, as I've been told, she is Ariel. And I am Ariel's mom.
Although the pool has been abbreviated this week due to daily thunderstorms, the one day we did go we stretched every moment to the max knowing full well we were at risk of electrocution as every low rumble came just a little closer, but I was just enjoying watching Greta's metamorphosis before my eyes. Now, she is jumping in the water. All by herself, no one catching her.
Ahhh, the pride of my land-loving eyes.
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