Dearest Pony,

I ran across this paragraph today in an article about attention and meditation:

Back in 1971, when the web was still twenty years off and the smallest computers were the size of delivery vans, before the founders of Google had even managed to get themselves born, the polymath economist Herbert A. Simon wrote maybe the most concise possible description of our modern struggle: “What information consumes is rather obvious: It consumes the attention of its recipients. Hence a wealth of information creates a poverty of attention, and a need to allocate that attention efficiently among the overabundance of information sources that might consume it.” As beneficiaries of the greatest information boom in the history of the world, we are suffering, by Simon’s logic, a correspondingly serious poverty of attention.

Oops.  

I think in my quest to be the perfect parent for you I am deluging myself with information, therefore, making it almost impossible for me to hear my intuition.

A new wonderful mommy friend gave me this mantra today:  I am the perfect parent for Pony and she is the perfect child for me. 

I want to cry right now and I don’t know why.  I am sitting on the couch with you in between your Dad and I.  Noodle is laying at his feet.  You are napping deliciously.  Nothing could be more perfect in our world at this very moment.  Maybe that’s why I want to cry.  Because it is so damn good.  And I have never known such goodness before.  It’s kind of overwhelming at times.


Plus your eyelashes are so long and we keep stopping what we are doing to both stare at you and talk about how beautiful you are.  We are a little obsessed.  It’s probably kind of creepy for you.  


It’s probably not going to ever go away.


You might just have to get used to all this love.


Lord knows I am trying to myself.  


xx
mum