Over our weekend at Lake Geneva’s Timber Ridge Waterpark, we told him of years when he wouldn’t enter the water. He simply could not believe he was ever afraid of anything, but I explained how he would very cautiously investigate the fountains in the zero-depth pool, but would not want to get splashed or submerge himself. Then there was the year he finally submitted to going into the “big” pool, but only securely in his dad’s arms. Mine were, apparently, not strong enough.
Now we can’t get him out. He dives, swims, tumbles and splashes like he was born to it. Where did my little boy go?