The summer after my second daughter was born was a busy one for us. My cousin had recently purchased a house with a gorgeous pool and we spent many hot lazy days cooling off and BBQing. My oldest daughter grew more comfortable in the water, and my fears grew too. Just a year before that, my oldest threw in the towel when it came to swimming lessons. She had a terrible experience with her instructor and refused to ever get back in the water. I was most upset that my daughter, at only 3 years old, already had a fear of water and wouldn’t allow herself to learn how to swim, or at the very least, know what to do if there was an emergency in the water. So, watching her gain some independence that summer was exciting, but I was also fearful she could get hurt.