I'm glad I'm not a horse.

If I were a horse, I would have given birth to a beautiful little foal, who within minutes of being born would stretch out it's legs and begin to take it's first steps all on it's own. 

pony pictures taken by my sister Katie.  This equestrian family lives on their land and the foal is named after my niece; Lucky Lady Elise

Immediately running down the path of independence and towards a life where my loving care would no longer be needed. 

 So thank God I'm a human.  For thirty-seven weeks I carried you in my womb.  We drove, shopped, taught, excercised, laid, sat, and swam our way through life, then together you and I worked to bring you into the outside world. 

For the past six months I have been your legs and feet.  If you want to move I take you, sometimes in my arms, sometimes in a stroller, and sometimes in a little pouch resembling a kangaroo. 

You're beginning to explore your world more and more, and if I peer around the corner I can see the day when you move on your own quickly approaching. 

So I savor these moments where I get to be your means of conveyance.  Where we go on walks and I do the moving and talking for us both. 

It is possible that someone has heard me say "when he starts to pull up on things I'm going to push him back down." 

Though I don't mean it, a part of me inside wants to push that independent you away for just a little while longer. 

I'll just have to remember to be thankful for that fact;

I'm glad I'm not a horse.