Scott told me at the end of last summer he’d have Jackson swimming by this summer. I didn’t believe it. My baby? The one that melts down completely when the shower water trickles into his eyes? The one who has to completely climb out of the tub to dry his face off if a drop touches his lashes? Yesterday, Scott told me again, “I’ll have Jackson swimming in a week.” I still didn’t believe him, but thought it may actually happen this summer after all.
A few hours later, Scott and Jackson both, were so excited to show me what they had accomplished. My baby is swimming. He has trouble keeping his legs up, and he doesn’t go very far or fast, but my baby is swimming. I don’t really know who is more proud.
