The swim team worked on backstroke today. The Boy was fairly confident that he’d mastered backstroke until he had to swim a full 25-yard lap of it.

He struggled. Mightily.

And then they had to swim back.

And then they repeated it.

By the last lap, each stroke was little more than plopping his arm behind his head and pulling a little bit. It was heartbreaking to watch because he was so far behind everyone else. He’d do a couple of strokes, stop, and turn around to see where he was. Then he’d repeat it.

But he never stopped. He never gave up. He kept plugging away at it until he’d made it to the wall.

“Work on backstroke” I added to my list of notes for when we go to the pool as a family for the first time.