For the past week I have been across the bay at a teacher's conference while Annabelle has been with her grandparents an hour north. During my daily check-in phone calls, Annabelle told me all about the swim lessons she was taking. In her regular style, Annabelle called the shots.
Annabelle :: Guess what?
Me :: What?
Annabelle :: I floated on my back!
Me :: You did?!
Annabelle :: Yes, but then the lady WALKED AWAY and I almost fell under the water!
Me :: I am thinking she didn't walk away but she just took her hands away. What happened after that?
Annabelle :: She said, "Let's take a break."
Me :: (imagining the ensuing upset) What did you do?
Annabelle :: I showed her that I could do it all by myself! So I went over and floated without her help!
I wish that I could catalog the multitude of things Annabelle has refused to do until she has decided to do them for herself. Like talking. Or brushing her teeth. This week, each day brought news of bigger accomplishments and I could hear her enthusiasm and joy about her swimming so clearly.
Annabelle :: Guess what I did!
Me :: What?
Annabelle :: FREESTYLE.
I think part of me didn't really believe it when she told me she learned how to swim. Could it be possible that she really learned so much so quickly? Today, on my drive north, Papa Frank told me that Annabelle had swam 25 yards across the pool completely unassisted. No floaties. No kickboard. No nothing. She swam! All by herself!
I can't wait to see it! I promise to have my camera handy.
