When you were four-months old, you clocked in at around 8 kilos (which is heavy) and you were only capable of flailing your limbs. Your mother and I felt bad for you because you seemed so desperate to bust a move, so we signed you up for a pool membership.
What started out as an activity for you to experience movement has now become a full-fledged family affair. I suppose you could say it was a family activity from the start with me shepherding you around the pool and your mother watching on from the stands. However, after a couple of weeks, she stopped coming along so she could do some work at home (but really, I know it was only after she confirmed you were relatively safe in my arms).
Now, I go to the pool earlier and swim laps until you and your mother arrive. Then I’ll take you to your swim class while your mother takes her turn swimming laps. Thirty minutes later, we’re all walking home, your mother and I could do with a nap, and you’re contently suck on your thumb while looking equally unimpressed with the world at large per usual.
To some degree, all this represents our parenting philosophy – you come first, and we work our lives into it. In this case, your mother and I have been looking for more ways to stay active. We go for daily walks and the occasional run around the park with you in tow or I’ll incorporate a game of peek-a-boo while planking (which gives you great amusement, FYI).
And for the record, swim classes has you given you the confidence to try swimming wherever you might be, even on land. And it is very cute.