So I was chatting with another mum at swimming yesterday, who tells me that some time after they turn three they do move up a class, and into one where the parent LEAVES the child at the lesson.
As in THEY CAN SWIM ON THEIR OWN.
Her daughter moved up quickly, and is now swimming in the big pool. Oh my. THE BIG POOL. I’m scared of the big pool (this may be my irrational fear of deep water though). Apparently it fits in with her lessons at school really well.
So yes, several things hit me in about two seconds of thoughts
– she’ll soon go swimming without me (I say ‘soon’ – it could be another two years)
– she’s starting school in a year and a half
– she’s going to be a teenager in ten and a half years
I know you don’t hold on forever, but each little bit of letting go gets harder.