SINGAPORE - My son came home from his weekly swimming lesson last Saturday bearing good news.
"Mama, I didn't cry today," said my six-year-old.
I know what you are thinking. What? No personal best? Not even praise from the coach? No tears is an achievement?
It is, for my husband and me, for now.
He had passed what the club calls an "upgrading test" about a month ago and now joins a class that is starting to get serious about the sport.
I think of it as the Primary 1 equivalent in the swimming programme run by the club.
Coaches at the two previous levels would strap the kids with float packs, get them to blow bubbles in the water and teach them basic things such as proper kicking and floating on their back - kindergarten stuff, if you like.
Now, my son is expected to put together all that he has learnt in order to master the freestyle - do laps while holding on to a board, blowing in and out, cocking his head left and right and attempting the oar-like action, one arm at a time.