We have been on the road for four weeks tomorrow. We left on Tax Day, and today it is Mothers Day. If my Facebook feed is any indication, a large number of my friends have either just given birth or have just become grandparents, or foals have just arrived, or there is a new puppy in the house. I apologize if I haven’t sent my congratulations and my best wishes for a full nights’ sleep: I blame it on spotty hotel Internet. So to all the new moms ensuring that there will be a future generation of human babies who are raised teething on rubber curry combs and making sand castles in the corners of riding arenas, and to those who have ensured that there will be horses for those children to fall in love with, and puppies who will fall in love with those children, I salute you.
Here at The Hamburg Derby, the Kinderland area is chock full of kids playing on the inflatable climbing wall and bouncing on the bouncy mats, and wide eyed, getting autographs from their favorite riders. And while there are no pony rides like there were at Hagen, there are fiberglass horses of different sizes for little girls to climb onto and sit dreamily upon.
I have discovered that Mothers Day is celebrated in some form, on some date, every year, all over the world. It crosses religious, political and geographic borders. It is one of the few universal things that we celebrate as a species.
So happy Mothers Day to all the mothers that i know, and a special Mothers Day greeting to my own mom, who drove me to riding lessons when i was a horse crazy child, and worked two jobs so I could go to summer camp at the Thomas School of Horsemanship, who provide paints for a budding artist and then didn’t complain about the mess. Happy gardening, mom!