Ata girl……………….
Have you heard the expression, “get back in the saddle,” well this is what my oldest did a couple of weeks back. She has always related better to animals then people. She began a love affair with horses around age 5, by age 7 she was just nutty over them. When she turned 8 she started riding at a small stable outside Chicago. It was fairly relaxed with a lot of attention paid to caring for the horse, and tacking up. I think she liked this almost more then riding. Due to liability when we moved to the east coast, we couldn’t find a stable near our home that allowed this, they bring the horse to the rider, “ready for the lesson,” not wanting the rider responsible for any horse care. This was somewhat of a disappointment, but at least she could ride. She rode near our home for close to a year, when one fateful day the horse was spooked and she was thrown. I was terrified and ran to the arena, having seen her thrown like a rag doll. She was in shock, crying holding her arm saying she was scared and in pain. The riding instructor looked out of the corner of her eye, reassured Sarah she was fine, and asked her to get back on the horse. Sarah cried louder in pain, and was not able to do either command. The instructor was angry and disappointed.
Soon after we headed to the hospital, Sarah had broken her arm just below her shoulder. It was in a sling for 8 weeks, and no riding for 3 months. She actually took a 9 month leave, returned to another stable in Michigan this summer, and had a delightful experience. She then met her fears head on this fall, back to the stable where her injury occurred. This was very scary to say the least. With a quick prayer, she got back in the saddle.
God is good, Life is hard, I am blessed,
xo,
Mom
Carrie
2 comments:
Way to go girl!!! You look like you belong up on that noble creature!
Though she's never actually seen a real horse, my oldest (6 years old) insists she'd like to be a cowgirl when she grows up... perhaps a visit to a farm is in order :)
you must have been as proud of her as she was of herself. i used to ride, loved horses, got thrown, got back up. you forget the pain of getting thrown but you never forget the joy of getting back in the saddle. well done!
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