Elijah has been taking swimming lessons every Tuesday and Thursday evening for a few weeks. The first night we got there they had him in level 3. We aren’t a huge “spend the summer at the pool” family…so he has been in a big pool maybe 3 times.
He didn’t know a thing about it.
They thankfully moved him into the Level 1 class after the first night and it has been fun to watch him swim. He works hard, and even when it is tough, he smiles and keeps going.
He is one brave boy, my Elijah.
Tonight the teacher asked at the beginning of the class who wanted to jump off the diving board at the end of class.
He initially didn’t raise his hand and I was secretly relieved.
I had visions of a drowning accident, what if he let go of his noodle…what if she didn’t catch him. The water is 13ft deep and he doesn’t know how to swim yet without assistance.
Quite honestly, the whole idea seemed ludicrous to me…what was she thinking?!
At the end of the class they headed towards the diving pool….and there was Elijah right in line with the rest of the kids.
Was he going to go through with it?
He walked out on that board and put his toes on the very edge just like his teacher said. She was treading water ready to catch them as they jumped.
And then he just went for it.
What I loved most was that he didn’t timidly jump in, he leaped.
He trusted the noodle float, he trusted his swim instructor and he went for it.
My brave boy Elijah is such an example to me. He shows me how to be brave.
So often I won’t even step up to the ladder.
I know that I am going to be scared looking down at the unknown. I feel unsure of the next step and so I quit before I start.
And taking that leap? Heavens no. I am not brave like that…
But my boy reminded me today that sometimes we make a choice to do something even when we feel afraid.
Elijah told me later that he initially didn’t want to do it, but then he decided to be brave and try.
We all have that choice don’t we?
When we are facing a big decision, a job change, an unknown situation of any kind…we have a choice.
We can make the choice to stay stuck in fear, or we can choose to jump anyways.
Elijah trusted he would be ok, he choice faith over fear and became the new face of brave for me.
What a gift to watch it all unfold before my eyes.
Next time I am faced with something that induces fear, or worry or doubt I will remember my boy who lept into the scary and came out a little bit stronger from the experience.