We went to Brean Down. It is a bit high for us to let him walk so he needs to stay on Daddy's shoulders. While we were at the Fort there he hurt his fingers and it made him moody. He requested to be carried by me. Can I confess that it is a steep climb and a long walk and carrying him will make things harder but I did it nonetheless cuz I love it when he is burrying his head against my shoulder. I always feel that I am not a good at this mothering process but when he comes to me when in pain and I can make him feel better, that my shoulders can give him comfort, somewhere somehow I feel that I am doing something right. That maybe I am not that bad of a mother after all. And ordinary moments like this becomes a magical one.