December 3, 2018, Monday
Wright Park will always be memorable to me as a mother.
A few times we went up to Baguio when my son was still maybe 5 and all he wanted to do was to ride the horse. For about three consecutive days, we were just sitting under a shade and watching him ride a horse with a guide inside the paddocks. When he got the hang of it, he no longer wanted a walking horse with a guide, but he wanted the horse to run fast and gallop.
Because he enjoyed riding on a horse so much, I planned on buying a small horse and to station it in our plot of land in Binangonan. But that plan was overtaken by events. Our focuses shifted. We all got busy here in Manila. One of these days I would still buy him a horse if I can. A miniature one maybe. He would be the guide and let toddlers ride instead.
There’s one thing that I have noticed about myself. When I think of something that concerns my family I don’t forget it. I always remember. If it’s something I thought of doing for them or giving to them, the desire to do or give remains. Even if it’s no longer relevant, I still want to do it. Maybe it doesn’t matter to them anymore and maybe they don’t even remember or aware of what it is, but it still does matter to me as a mother.
It’s not called spoiling. It’s called…. I don’t know.
Just simply loving.
I was back at Wright Park for nostalgic reasons unfortunately, my kids have grown and maybe this would not interest them anymore. But here I am reminiscing the moment and pretending to be horseback riding.
Pay P250 if pakakawalan yung horse. I offered to give the owner or guide twenty bucks so I could ride on it and pretend to be horseback riding.
He agreed. Okay na ito. Heaven na, pretending to be horseback riding kahit nakatali yung horse. Mura pa beinte pesos lang. #cheapgirl #kurips
