The girls and I dragged JoyDad to the pool Saturday evening, lingering cough and all, so that we got at least one full-family swim into this waning summer.
Did we ever fly! Look at Joy jump:
... and jump...
... and jump with Rose...
... and jump with Rose some more!
I loved getting to take some photos, but even more I loved an interaction I had with another mom while I was having Joy jump to me, and climb out and jump again, and climb and jump again. No hand-holding needed, no running... Well, there was another little guy almost her height, doing the same thing at the poolside a few feet over. After a few rounds his mom turned to me and commented what a good example my daughter was for her son, what positive peer pressure, he's never been willing to jump like this before! Then she asked me how old my daughter was, I told her (5), and asked how old her son was (4 1/2), and we talked a bit about how tall he was for his age, and how tall his little 2-year-old brother was for his age, but little brother was having something of a fuss and they might have to cut the evening short. All the while our kiddos were doing the jump/climb cycle over and over.
My daughter was a good example! To her son!! Full stop, no qualifications, no watering down, just a good example!!!
With most interactions like this, something will happen that will lead to my feeling the need to do some gentle commenting or educating about Joy's developmental issues. Like, the other parent will ask Joy how old she is, or what's her name, and of course get no answer. And I'll say something like "She's a lady of few words but many jumps! I bet, though, she'd give you a high-five if you asked..." or something like that, which often leads to questions that circle around what's-up-with-the-lack-of-language. This time? No such detour. Just a short cheerful conversation about pool-jumping and positive peer pressure.
That felt almost as good as the fact that Joy did not even look like she was considering running the other direction instead of jumping in.
Oh, and I got to fly too. Down the huge long twisty waterslide, bullet-like, lying down with my arms crossed tight. Wheee! Thanks for coming to the pool, JoyDad -- I don't get to waterslide when it's just me on duty! What a lovely evening.