I started to feel the dampness cover my skin, at first like a mist then slowly becoming fuller drops. I kind of squealed and began to pick up the pace from a leisurely stroll to a jog. I held her tighter, she was already bound tightly to me. I looked up to the sky the whitish clouds quickly turning a dark grey. I knew we’d never make it home before it became an all out pouring rain. I looked back down to my baby strapped to me in her sling, knees wrapped around my hips and she was delighted. The drops landing on her face. Was this the first time she was really experiencing rain? This odd panic that had come over me vanished. It was just a little late spring shower, but in my new mom brain I felt as if it were about to be some sort of catastrophic event and I needed to find immediate shelter in order to protect my baby. We were a block from home. Soon arriving safely and only somewhat soggy, smiles on our faces. I realized I needed to chill out. That I need not sweat a small rain shower, because bigger storms are undoubtably to come. It was the first of many lessons I’m sure she’ll teach me.