So when my husband and I had children we were keen to "dunk" them underwater as soon as possible. My husband's motive for wanting the kids to swim was slightly different to mine, as he attended a school that drew attention to "weak" swimmers by the insistance that they wore a yellow swimming cap. Clearly traumatised by his brief spell as a yellow cap, he signed our babies up so that they would never have to face such humiliation.
So once again as an adult, Sunday = swimming. We have a four year old "duckling" who after a brief spell of acting out drowning, whilst treading water, has got back into the swing of things and is progressing well. He can jump in a pool, turn around and get out, with no aids at all, so I feel happy that he has learnt a valuable life saving skill.
My two year old "starfish" is doing well, but doesn't like the fact that it's hard work swimming on a woggle, and starts shouting "bye bye woggle" the moment the instructor brings it out.
My baby man is all signed up and waiting for his first lesson. We took him to the local pool and submerged him and apart from a delayed cry he was fine. Now I'm looking forward to my boys having a childhood full of swimming fun just like I did. I'm very pleased to say that in our house, Sunday = swimming.
Written for BritMums Joy of Swimming Competition, sponsored by British Gas.