L had her second swim class today.

She moved effortlessly in the water as I supported her tiny body. Laughing, kicking, splashing. Repeatedly yelling "Da! Da! Da! Da!" starting a group chant. Her little nose crinkled as the splashes from the other bubs surprised her. At the end of the lesson she lay on the mat like a starfish with a satisfied look upon her face. It was a new look. Perhaps a sense of achievement.

We got changed with no fuss this time. Definitely chilled out from our shared time in the warm water. As we left the pool, I felt proud, like I had been doing this mama thing right. My baby girl fell asleep in my arms on the bus ride home and my heart was full. Nothing else mattered in that moment.