I found it truly puzzling when baby girl refused to go into the swimming pool with the male teacher.
Well, granted it wasn’t her usual teacher. Many months ago she had to take a make-up swimming class for the usual one she had missed… and when we arrived to find a male instructor, and not her usual female one – she balked.
It’s not like she doesn’t have great men in her life. She has loads. They are all so wonderful and caring and funny and inspirational.
But this dude, with the beard? Maybe it’s because he reminded her so much of how her Dad HAD looked like only days earlier (Hubbie had shaved it all off before that male-dominated swim lesson).
Did she detest the beard that much? (LOL).
And I know it was the fact that he was a male that played a part in her not wanting to get involved. Because when offered the opportunity to go into another lesson with a female swimming teacher, after 15 minutes of continuous begging and pleading, she practically RAN into the other pool.
Also, SHE TOLD ME. Listen to what your kids tell you, they won’t lie when it comes to stuff like this.
But today? Today we had a little victory. Today her usual female teacher was away, and in her place… another male. I was assured by various staff that he was the best male teacher to have, and he was awesome with the kids. I crossed my fingers in hope, but I also had the back-up plan of putting her into the female-led class 15 minutes later just in case…
When she saw him in her usual lane… she faltered. She paused. She thought about it.
Then she showed him her barbie.
I breathed a sigh of relief. This was going to be ok.
I don’t want to force her into anything she doesn’t want to do, or make her do things that maker her feel uncomfortable. But at the end of the day, it is likely she will come across other male teachers at some point in her academic and social activity life. And, let’s face it, they won’t ALL have beards. (!)
I was patting myself on the back, happy I had taken the risk, when she ran up to me 30 minutes later, dripping wet, lesson finished, and said loudly
“I wanted a girl teacher, not a boy! Yuck!”
I guess, baby steps 🙂