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Star Struck

31 Aug

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Watching my daughter this week has been taking me back in time. That is what is great about being twenty nine a few times, and being a parent; you get to enjoy great memories! This week I have been with her as she explores the horse world and everything amazing in it, just as I did when I was a young teen.

This week my mini-me has went from being horse crazy to absolutely star stuck. You know those crazy kids that have that Justin -whats-his-name hanging on their wall? Or perhaps you remember swooning yourself when some guys named themselves after an insect and came to our side of the pond. I am sure any of my blogging friends out there can relate to the mania and obsession kids from all over give to boy bands and the beautiful and famous.

That is nothing compared to a teenager with a bad case of horse fever.

A star stuck horse crazy girl will look at magazines and go to horse shows, and come home believing that her horse, can, and will learn to piaffe. ( For my patient readers that are non-horsey that means they trot in place, like prancing. But it is a big deal.) She will beg for sleek breeches and boots that only set a parent back a cool hundred or so. She will braid anything she can get her fingers on because one day she will have a mane to braid for a very important show. I know exatly what she is going through. I put my parents through the same routine.

However, I owned a very humble quarter horse, just as we own a Quarter Horse today. This horse was born to play with cows, not dance ballet.

Star stuck teenagers in the barn however are not appeased with records and posters of their idol, noooooo…they go shopping for very, very expensive tack. Because if you put dressage saddle on a Quarter Horse, it will BE a dressage horse. If you wear awesome boots and breeches, your horse will see this and become determined to collect themselves and carry themselves with far more pride than an ordinary trail horse. My very patient and kind horse tolerated me dreaming on his behalf too. I polished and shined him every day, braided him and dreamt about how someday I would have the money and means to take him foxhunting. That loving friend of mine was just thrilled that I made it out to the barn every day to play.

Yes, I know all of this because I did this to my poor parents; I dragged them to tack shops and talked their ears off about what great things horses and I would do someday. This week they are watching me now as I patiently explain to my star struck teenager that someday….her dreams just might come true.


Meeting Our Mentor

26 Aug

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Our all-things-horsey adventure has begun at Firefly Farms.

I think I have been avoiding this adventure because I stress out with the kids running around my feet getting excited about riding and playing out in the barn at home. The horses are green, the kids are green, and that means someone is going to get kicked, stepped on or worse, and the mini-me troop are going back into the house disappointed in their ride experience. The whole thing just stressed me out.

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As well as the horses sometimes!(This is me after a child filled home-barn adventure)

Then we met Sarah.

Sarah has a wonderful farm that is set up with horses and kids being the center of her attention so I don’t have to worry. In fact, I am sure none of these horsey things would be happening if Sarah did not have her philosophy in place and her horses ready to mentor us as well as she does. I have a teenage daughter and two of her elementary aged siblings that worship her and want to be just like her. What could be (and is at home) a prime opportunity for sibling rivalry to rear it’s ugly head, is simply just one more credit to Sarah and her philosophy of harmony and love in and around the barn; not only are my kids safe there, they are not allowed to argue and exercise their demons there. What mom would pass up a whole afternoon of riding lessons with her kids happy and learning to get along?

When I approached Sarah on our first trip to the barn, and told her the sordid tale of how my horse thinks she is a lap dog, her only reaction was “oh, I am so glad she brings you joy!” And that is the beginning of our tale. The horse brings us joy. This horse and or new mentor bring us joy, balance, friendship and a healthy outlet for sunshine and exercise. Being the grounded horse-mom, I get to take tons of photographs and post them here.

Did I mention our new guru is very, very patient?

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If you choose to take a moment to visit Firefly farm and read all about her wonderful friends and adventures, they are blogged here:

An Unexpected Mission

24 Aug

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My daughter and I had a great new blog idea.

We are horse people at heart, and she and her sister had decided that we should dive in head first back into a world of all things horsey.

Problem: our horse is TEN years old and green-broke would be a generous description of her education. For all people non-horsey, this mean she is barely trained to do anything.

Idea: Mission impossible. We are going to take what we have and make the most of it. This “green” and “old” horse is going to learn to play. Peter Pan style!

Awesome blog idea! We would photograph and write about all of our falls and bites and kicks and problems and tears and then finally about how much we love her anyway, because she was family from the start.

New problem…
This horse is so smart and sweet and eager to play, that mission impossible is now almost mission accomplished. This horse responded to all of our trips out the barn with a sigh of relief and an attitude like she was saying “FINALLY! IT SURE TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!”

We are going to blog it anyway.

Heads up. This blog is about to attract a lot of horse crazy girls with big dreams dressed in boots and helmets.

I hope we get to share our journey and please feel free to share your journey, in whatever it may be, with us too.

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