What Cannot a Mother Do?

I am still recovering from the shock of the heroic act I performed on Saturday's trip to the Marineland.

Years ago, I spent several days on Orlando's Disneyland with the husband and friends, skipping one ride after another just to keep them company. Although I don't think I missed any fun, I would like Sienna to gather enough courage for the fun of rides. When she went on a Merry-go-around type of cart with P, I jumped on with her. I didn't know the thing didn't just go around. It lifted the cart to the air, tossed it around, dropped it down... I would have screamed for help but my mind somehow was occupied by how Sienna was feeling. I was struggling to make myself believe that Sienna was in fact giggling and laughing in the cart behind mine with P. I was so thankful even though I was about to throw up.

The next ride was a dragon boat that required adult company. There was no escape for me. I said to myself I'd give myself to Sienna. What's the big deal of having some fear of height and motion? I climbed up again. I grabbed her against my chest and closed my eyes from the beginning to the end. I had no idea in those infinite minutes how the crazy dragon handled my life and what's dearer than my own life. After that, I asked myself, if I could do this, what cannot I do?