Either because of genetics or age or both, I've now joined that category of mothers who have to wipe away happy tears at every happy event. No matter that the happy tears plop down despite oneself, causing embarrassment (and often puzzlement) to the child who is the cause of the happy occasion - when you enter that teary-eyed category, tears will happen. Just like they did for my mother, when she happily wept during her four children's wedding ceremonies, for instance.
Tears happened copiously when Rebecca finally learned to swim at the pool the other day, and the instructor gave me the thumbs up, and started cheering loudly. Oh, the tears I shed while watching those brave first few (two?) strokes!
Those initial strokes called for many a tissue, but also for a proper swimming bag in place of the grocery shopper we'd been using - which I improvised and made with a cheerful poppy & wildflower laminate fabric (waterproof and perfect for wet pool stuff) I found at the market.
Look at her go! I get (happy) teary-eyed just looking at this photo, thinking of all the fears she overcame, and imagining the long summer ahead, the pool bag parked on the hot sand while we swim in the sea - no floaties required!