Yesterday Zach and I went to the indoor pool. During the two hours we were there, Zach became increasingly more comfortable with going down the slide into the water. Toward the end of the morning, I started stepping away from the end of the slide and letting him negotiate his "landing." I recognized the potential for disaster, but I felt the possible benefits outweighed the risks. (He has some serious control issues, and I'm trying to help him handle "loss of control" in safe environments. Seemed like one of those teaching moments.)
Zach came twisting down the small slide and went right under. I pulled him up coughing and spitting out water, eyes red. "Huh," he said matter of factly while rubbing his eyes, "that didn't work how I thought it would. Next time I think I'll close my mouth."
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