...critical...

Yesterday I went with J to his swimming lesson. I feel so bad now that I was being too critical of him. I know how badly he wants to learn, and because I know how to swim, I want him to learn the right way. Honestly, I don't like their instructor, I don't think she's doing a very good job of teaching them. So far, the class has learned how to breathe, and do the front crawl. Yesterday, they started doing the back crawl, most of the class hadn't had a lot of chance to practice, therefore, they weren't comfortable with the stroke yet when she decided she was going to teach them the breastroke. When I went to swimming lessons as a kid, our instructor made sure we had mastered the stroke before learning anything new. Anyway, I was sittng on the bleachers, telling J what he was doing wrong. After the class he said I made him feel nervous, and that I was being too critical. I just honestly feel that if I were to get into the water with him, that he'd learn better. Oh well, I'm definitely not going next week. I hate to think that I inherited this from my Dad.