It had to happen at some point.
Both Olga (Mika's mother) and I had become concerned that the swimming lessons had plateaued. The girls, the oldest children in their group, have less challenges each week, and have become used to the regular activities, without progressing to the next level. How many times can you carry a baby through a tunnel, or stick them on a floating exercise mat?
At a play date this week, Olga and I discussed speaking to the swim teacher, and in a kind way suggesting that either we should move to the next group, or perhaps Raphaela and Mika could be given new and more difficult missions to perform. The phone discussion with the swim teacher was cordial and respectful, and in fact the swim teacher promised that she would try to switch the two girls into a more appropriate group.
Thus I officially became a Meddling Mom.
1 comment:
Best thing I ever did for the girls. Today we went to the "advanced class" and by the end of the half hour Raphaela and Mika were jumping/crawling into the water by themselves.
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