Z had his swimming classes every Saturday.
After 2.5 terms, he knew the strokes, he could open his eyes in water without reliance on goggles, he was not afraid to dive, he was not afraid to jump in and he was now learning to breathe whilst swimming.
Perhaps by the end of this term or completing a 4th term, he would be a savvy swimmer.
X and I used to attend and watch Z swim. However, as X required his lunch at 11am, smacked right in the middle of Z’s swim class, we had stopped attending. Z, on the other hand, would always remember his brother and picked up a sticker for him weekly.
Despite all that I had been talking about Z playing rough, he was never rough to Baby X. I really had to commend him on that and was always amazed by how much love he had for his brother.
We sure did a good marketing job on that.
I wished this bond would never be broken and could only strengthen in years to come.