Since Jory learned to jump into the pool, he always jumped close to the edge as if he’s afraid that if he starts to sink he doesn’t have that far to reach before he’s holding on to the edge of the pool. His Oma thinks this is dangerous. I don’t think he’s jumping that closely.
Rowan, on the other hand, is leaping out there. For a big girl, who only knows a pain threshold of 10, whose picture should be next to the definition of the boy who cried wolf, she goes flying towards Mr. Will’s arms, as he stands in the middle of the pool a few feet from the edge. I’m proud of my big girl for being so courageous and trusting.
I’m proud of my baby boy for jumping too.
Maybe if Layla can stop the tears, we’ll see what kind of a jumper she will be. She can be fearless when she wants to be.
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