We prayed before his first lesson. I promised him gummy bears if he did his very best job. He was certain he'd earn 2 treasures from Mr. Jesse. He got in the pool. He floated on his back with only a gentle reminder from Mr. Jesse, "you don't have to hold onto Mr. Jesse so tight. You don't want to strangle Mr. Jesse." He used the kicker bar. But then it was time to put his face in the water.
And he turned to me with such a look of sadness and fear that I just wanted to scoop him up and say, "it's all over buddy. Mommy's here."
But I didn't. Instead I said, "you can do it William!"
And he did. He cried a little. But he used his breath. 4 big breaths. And then he did it again. And he cried a little. 4 big breaths. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
He's had 4 lessons now.