I couldn’t have had two more different kids if I tried. Where Bode is easy-going, Hadley is bossy. Where Bode can’t draw a picture to save his soul, Hadley is already a gifted little artist. Where Hadley can barely count to 100, Bode is doing equations in his head.
Opposites.
Over the past couple of months their differences have come into play, starting with their report cards. Bode excelled in math and reading and squeaked by in the arts. Hadley was just the opposite. Bode loves any sport with a ball. Hadley’s affinity is toward solo activities like skiing, hiking and mountain biking.
And then there is swimming.
Haddie is a fish in the water. Dear Bode is a beached whale. In November, we took swim lessons and their progress reports were very telling. Hadley skipped an entire level and will now be among the youngest kids in the very highest class. She even asked me if she could go swim laps.
After asking her what the heck that meant, I had an all-important question:
WHY?!
Then there is Bode. He flunked his Trout class but I’m comforted that this is his first time flunking that particular level and he only fell short on two skills: doing the front stroke and chicken-airplane-soldier unassisted.
I can’t do ‘em either.
We had a sordid history with Minnows, the previous class. The entire premise of Minnows is to dunk your head, something Bode refused to do for the first four years of his life. He failed that class two years in a row and I had lost hope until I bought a private swim lesson for him at a silent auction. The wonderful instructor gave him the confidence he needed and I excitedly enrolled him in Minnows for the third time.
He tried his best, he really did, but that teen-aged instructor ended up flunking him again for a really silly reason.
I’m not proud of what unfolded after that but he was so proud of his efforts and I just couldn’t damage the kid’s ego even more so I told him he passed the class.
I don’t regret doing it. He was en par skill-wise with his classmates in the next level and he’s doing much better in the water, His problem is he is my offspring and though he’ll dunk and is learning to do the front crawl without assistance, when he comes up for air, he looks like Fat Kitty clawing to get out of the bathtub.
It ain’t pretty. But we’ll keep trying.
And just thank our lucky stars he’s got other sports to fall back on.
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 