Little Fishy

Last summer, young B enjoyed splashing around in the pool, but would rather have sat by the side munching away on watermelon and strawberries. Although, he still maintains his propensity towards the gastrointestinal delights, B surprised us all at our first pool day of the season.

My spry two-and-a-half year old LOVES the pool. He insists on swimming "by himself"...of course with life vest on. Although, he tried to swim without his vest as well. (He does not have a healthy fear of what can happen to a non-swimmer in the pool.) Then, much to my delight/horror, after watching the "big boys" leaping from the diving board, B insisted that he be allowed to jump as well.

All of sudden, my baby was in line with the big kids, waiting for his turn to throw himself into the water. I treaded water beneath the board to "catch" him during his first few jumps. B laughed with glee as he flew through the air. Then, with great sadness, I heard the words, "Mommy, you go away. I want to jump by myself."

What!!!!!

Devastated, I dutifully moved away and watched my baby catapult himself off the diving board. As his body disappeared under the water and his head reemerged, I saw his satisfied smile of pride. My sadness was swiftly replaced with delight in the joy that B was clearly feeling...as he continued to fling his babyish body from the board; over and over and over.

"I do it myself!" B proudly proclaimed. My heart soared

B, the little fishy.