(Plus, you know, the earlier she starts preparing for her Olympic career the better)
I wouldn't go with her for her first day of lessons. She panics more and clings more to me, and I wanted to give her every chance to not give in to fear. So Carl took her, and I stayed home with Gracie and a knotted stomach.
She loved it. "And I wasn't even a little bit scared!" she crowed as she leaped into my arms when they got home.
"Are you excited for next time?" I asked.
This time, at least, we made the right call.
According to Carl, she was pretty much just humoring the pros by using the bucket. They quickly caught on that she didn't, in fact, need it.
Actually sitting and listening - amazing! Instead of tuning out and doing her own thing! Incredible what happens when someone-not-your-mother teaches you!
So very ready to go it alone, but still following the pro's directions. Yay Joy!