This weekend our family faced a milestone (okay, so it was really Immy’s milestone but it was big for me and I am pretty sure Dad 101 felt the same). On Saturday, Immy had her first swimming lesson without Dad 101 or I in the pool. She has graduated to the ‘kindy 1’ class, the level where they have lessons in a small group with the swimming teacher as the only adult in the pool to watch over them. Admittedly, Dad 101 and I both hovered two or three footsteps away should we be required to assist (as if!).
Immy was ready. She loves the water. She is confident in and around the water (sometimes I think overly so). She is just like her Dad who will swim at the beach on a sunny day in Winter (strange, I know!). She was ready.
Me. Not so much.
I felt a strange lump in my throat. Tears hovered just behind my eyelids. This little step seemed like a huge leap to me. A moving away. She didn’t need me for this.
I know this will be the first of many times.
She had a ball. She was confident and happy. She listened and did what was asked.
And me. I took the first step in learning to let go.