I know my mom loves her horse.
I know not just because she talks about him obsessively and affectionately in her blog. And it's not because she says she loves him.
How do I know?
It's because of this.
Yes, she picks out his eye boogers.
Goodness, now she's doing the other side!
It's a mother's signature token of adoration. I know this because when I was a young girl, my mom was a picker.
She picked my eye boogers. My blackheads. She licked her fingers to clean smudges off my cheek.
Do all mothers do this?
I remember swatting her hand away and saying, "Mommmmmm, stop it! Stop pickin' on me!"
I am not a mother. But I will admit, I gently rub out my horse's eye boogers, too.
Yes, my mom loves her horse. She dotes on him like he's her third child. I don't think she looks at Paint Girl, Cowboy, or me like this anymore:
In fact, she loves him so much she even got copper highlights in her hair to match his chestnut velvet hide. (click to enlarge picture.)
Nah, just kidding. She's a devoted crazy horse mommy and all, but she wouldn't do her hair to match her horse.
At least, I don't think it was intentional? Mom?
It's really fun to watch these too together, though! The love overflows. Eye Boogers and all.
Miss Lucie Grace
1 year ago