By Elizabeth S. Craig, @elizabethscraig
My daughter has been horseback riding on the weekends for years now. I love that she loves it, I love the way she excels at it. I love that it’s an outdoor activity in a digital, indoor age. The barns are interesting places and the people who hang out in barns are very different from the people I’m ordinarily around, so that’s very stimulating. And, of course, the horses are gorgeous.
But I really just didn’t get the whole horse thing. My daughter would talk about the horses while we were at the barn and continue talking about them during the week. There was lots of personification going on…in my mind, anyway. “Dusty worries about the jumps when they’re in different locations than usual. That’s why he kept trying to look at them as we were cantering around the ring. I had to really make sure he was looking straight ahead,” she’d say. And I’d nod and ask more about Dusty’s proclivities and his outlook on the world, and think, “What a creative child I have!” Because I’d look at Dusty, the largest horse in the barn, and all I got out of it was… “My Lord, what a massive animal that is.” And hope she always stayed on the horse.
I’m perfectly capable of telling people what’s on my dog’s mind and my cats’ minds, but I couldn’t get into the horses’ heads at all. Until my daughter started riding Sweet Pea a month or so ago. That was when I started getting into horses.
Sweet Pea was curious. My daughter would be trying to tack her up and the horse would hear someone coming and crane her head to peer around and see who was there with this intelligent, interested, curious look on her face. She attentively watches the pasture, when she has a view to it, to spy on her horse buddies. Actually, I guess Sweet Pea is more nosy than curious.Continue reading