Mister and I finally made it to the pool and he’s loving it! He floats in his boat and kicks his feet as I motor him around. He sticks his hands under the trickle of his watering can. He catches his floating fish with his fingers. He even fearlessly dunks his face in the water. Other little ones gather around, wanting to participate in our fun. That is when I notice that I’m the only adult in the baby pool. The other moms relax on the sides, talking about diets and baseball teams and birthday parties. Maybe it is because Mister is my first. Maybe I’m not quite normal. Whatever it is, I’m feeling like a pretty good mom.
What makes you feel like a pretty good writer?