I am not a mother

I am not a mother.

You hear that a mother has an intuition, I have never experienced that type of intuition and I probably wont until I myself am a mother. But I have come very close to close. During the summer I babysit a 1 1/2 year old boy on a horse farm. This little boy, lets call him Toby, loved all the animals like any curious little person would.

Our day would consist of playing for about an hour, then I would put him in a stroller and give him a snack. Then more playing outside or I would read to him if he was grumpy. I love babysitting Toby, I have grown to love him. Don't take this the wrong way, I do not nor could I ever love him like his mother does. But I was around him so much that I grew accustom to his moods, I could tell what he was about to do it before he did it.

Let me tell you how we play outside, most of the time he would wander around and I would stay very close behind him. Making sure he didn't get into anything dangerous. One of the things I was told before I even met Toby was to never let him near the gate with the "crazy" horse. This horse was insane, he would run full speed toward you and not slow down until the very last second, he would try to eat the metal gate, among other things.

One day they didn't tell me that they moved this horse to a new area, of all the places they moved this horse they moved him to the area that Toby loved to watch a little pony. Now wouldn't you think it would have been wise to inform the babysitter that the "dangerous" horse has been moved! So Toby was waddling his way to the gate when I noticed the horse at full speed coming toward him. (Yes, I knew there was a gate between us, but that doesn't make it any less scary.) I picked up Toby and ran him to the chickens where he loves to chase them. My hope was not to traumatize the little person, but I did end up changing his dipper. After that day I always asked if there were any changes or if they were expecting any deliveries, that way I can be more prepared
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