After two paragraphs, I looked up and I couldn't go back to my work.
During the lesson, I'm write as a means of distraction. I don't feel guilty that he doesn't have my undivided attention. Being occupied stops me from jumping over the barrier, rushing to his side and facilitating the lesson the way I think it should be done. Don't get me wrong, this season's teachers have been great with him (especially when he bashed one in the head during a goof off and it hurt them both!) considering neither is special needs trained, per se.
In the thirty minute lesson, Torran spends half of his time following his own motivations. Usually, this means not doing what the instructor asks of him. It was worse at the beginning of the year when all you could hear in the pool was Torran making noises of complaint or yelling "I... I... I..." as he told his teachers what he wanted to do.
I don't get mad about it. He's slowly learning his skills and he's having fun. Eventually, he'll learn how to avoid drowning. And on swimming nights, he sleeps well. His body really needs that physical drain.
Torran's cerebral palsy prevents him from straightening his legs for a proper flutter kick. It drops his bum downwards into the water, preventing forward propulsion. Today his teacher asked him to hold his arms out in front of him in an A shape and kick. With some assistance, he managed half the length of the pool!
It amazed me that he lifted his head from between his arms to take a breath like a "real" swimmer. His determination outweighed his frustration as he reached his goal (a floating pad). When the instructor let him climb on the pad, then capsized it, he didn't panic or choke. He found his way out from beneath the wide floating object with a laugh.
I wanted to jump and cheer in the stands saying "That's my boy! He is repeating the same level again next season and he's fantastic!"