He's almost two and a half. Today he let a stranger, a very sweet young girl, clip a helmet on him and put him on a pony. And he rode the pony around in a circle, on pavers, in front of the library. I didn't have a camera, and I couldn't capture his scared, excited little face. He had never seen a pony before, and he had no idea why we were there. I stood and watched him ride that pony all the way round, fighting tears the whole time, and feeling embarassed because ponies are so stupid. There was noone else to see it. Noone to turn to and say 'man, ponies are so lame until your own sweet little child is so brave and happy.' But I was enough. He gave me a really strong hug afterwards, and glowed with triumph.
I didn't even consider how the pony must have felt.
That's motherhood for you.
Later, there was music and we sat on the grass and listened and danced and I felt content. The air was warm and everything I needed and wanted was right there, I was exactly where I needed to be and with perfect company. Santosha -Contentment. I think it's a good one.