The journey was a hard one.
It was a battle between boy and water.
There was a time when baths were scream fests and the concept of swimming was to hold on to Mommy or Daddy for dear life while being full of fear of the wet stuff.
And then, in the summer of 2012 the boy completed the battle, shedding all floatation devices and saying, “Hey Mom, look! I don’t need my water wings!”
This summer, Fuller became a swimmer.
Let’s look back.
Fuller’s first swimming lessons (circa 2008).
Being coaxed off a diving board (last summer- with water wings).
I am so proud of this summer achievement. Now, let’s give Michael Phelps a run for his money.