That’s why they call it pony love
So we’ve signed our life away. When I say we I mean me since I did the actual cheque signing, although D and I made the decision together. FYI – signing 12 cheques causes hand cramps when you’re out of practice because … really … who writes that many cheques anymore? Except at the start of the school year when we sign away our lives and everything else that goes along with that, in blood, even though our kids go to public school and you’d think taxes should be good for something other than as fodder for complaints, but that’s a whole other story and thank you very much – I’ve become totally distracted again.
This is what comes of reading well into the middle of the night.
PG is a pint-sized equestrian. When she was 6 years old she began pestering me daily to start riding lessons. After 5 months I finally cracked under the pressure of mental assaults delivered by a diminutive mastermind. She was relentless and assured me repeatedly that she was ready for this challenge.
We visited a few stables and settled on one that was the best fit. An involved owner who is committed to seeing equestrians of all ages and levels succeed and a welcoming atmosphere sold me. It’s not the closest to home, but quality trumps convenience any day.
After riding weekly for 2 years, taking part in weeklong camps during summers and showing at the beginner level this year, PG was ready for the next step. With her coach’s recommendation she was approved for a program that allows her to ride unsupervised an extra two days every week beyond any lessons she has. The stable requests a 12-month commitment from families – weeds out the wishy-washiness. This is where the ‘signing our life away’ part comes in.
PG now has a love of her life in the form of a pony named Sparkle. Know what I get to overhear several times a week? A girl cooing and speaking softly to her first love.
“Sparkle, I will always love you. You’re the best pony in the world.”
Those two already share something pretty special. Around the farm Sparkle is not known for her sunny personality and yet with PG she’s all soft and doe-eyed. There’s a grin that spreads across my daughter’s face as soon as we pull into the farm lane. We head out to find her pony together then she grooms, tacks up and hops on for either her lesson or an individual ride. I get to sit or stand back and watch joy radiate from a young girl in love. In love with a pony. In love with what she’s doing. I didn’t think children could develop such intense passion so young.
She’s dedicated, fearless and motivated to go faster, jump higher and get better. The passion is all hers. I just watch and give her feedback when she asks for it or needs it, “Maybe slow down a bit there Chiquita. This isn’t the Kentucky Derby.” Ponies passing horses twice their height means either the horse is sleeping or the pony (with encouragement from her rider) is out to break the sound barrier.
As PG gets older she’ll be able to take part in a work to ride program. Time spent helping around the farm will earn her extra time on a horse. She’s itching for that already.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather see our daughter spend hours at as she matures than a place where the kids work together to take care of animals. It’s a healthy environment and nobody is yanking each other’s hair out fighting over the latest fashion or popular boys.
The bond between a horse and rider is difficult to explain to the uninitiated. It is playful, deep, requires trust from both sides and teaches commitment and responsibility. For that I’ll gladly sign my life away.