I have joined the ranks of moms who have adopted children that look nothing like them.
This is me.
This is me with my child’s birth mother, Aba. In the first picture, we won third place in a dressage show. In the second picture, she was a month away from her due date with my baby.
This is my child. His registered name is Audeamus. We call him Aston Martin.
I have a million pictures of him on my phone, and I show them to strangers and people whom I have just met.
I’m in a million Facebook groups about all aspects of caring for, educating, and raising him, and I was way more of an expert on raising him before I took the plunge into motherhood.
He is light years ahead of most of the other foals his age in terms of his intelligence and his manners.
He has perfect manners for the vet, because he has had more illnesses and injuries in a year and a half than many horses have in a decade.
His nicknames include “Money-Eater” and “Walking Vet Bill.”
I’m currently writing his story, and the story of how he’s changing me as a horse owner and a mother. I have no idea how this story ends, or how many chapters it will take up.