Since Andrew was not receiving services for his motor skills' deficit, I decided to take matters into my own hands.  I enrolled Andrew in a weekly swimming class along with his two sisters.  The girls made continual progress moving from one level to another over the course of five years.  However, it took nearly three months before Andrew made it into the water.  Instead, of getting into the pool, he would sit along the edge watching the other children.  Eventually, Ron heard about Andrew's lack of progress and decided to come to one of the classes.  When he saw Andrew not participating, he yelled at Andrew to get in the water.  Andrew did!

Now, just because Andrew got in the water, did not mean he would learn to swim.  The next obstacle Andrew dealt with was getting his face wet.  He really did not like the feel of water on his face.  I purchased Andrew a pair of goggles to wear.  Andrew refused to wear them.  By that time, Andrew was introduced to a new instructor.  This instructor wanted everyone to pay attention to him.  When he noticed Andrew's lack of progress, he advised me that Andrew was immature and needed more time playing in the baby pool.  There was a smaller pool at the facility where younger children could play with water toys.  I  disagreed.  I knew sooner or later Andrew would take the plunged.

Well, it came sooner than what I had expected.  During the next session, it was raining outside and there was a small leak coming from the sunroof above the pool.  Since Andrew had sensitive hearing, he heard the raindrops falling into the pool.  Andrew became intrigued and waded over to where the raindrops fell into the water.  The instructor was so angry with Andrew that he splashed water on Andrew.  Some of it got into his eyes.  Andrew's face turned beet red as he took off swimming the length of the pool to get away from the instructor.  The instructor was speechless!  I sat in amazement thanking God for this small miracle.