I took my first ride of the season yesterday, and boy was it fun. Mardi and I are fair-weather riders, so needless to say, we don’t put many miles on Colin and Angus between November to April. We also have these kids that like to make us chauffeur them around everywhere, so sometimes it isn’t always easy to find the time. Either way, it seems like there is always some reason I don’t ride as much as I want to. I probably shouldn’t have yesterday either…my three kids all had friends or neighbor kids over, so I left my poor husband to look after about seven (or was it eight?) kids by himself. Nevertheless, I took advantage of his generosity and headed to the barn.
I’m not gonna lie, I still get nervous riding sometimes, especially after a few months off. Something about getting on a 1500 pound animal that has a mind of his own, and has been known to freak out at imaginary monsters on the other side of the fence. Mardi and I didn’t even start riding until our 30’s, and sometimes I wonder what we were thinking! Wait…I know. We pictured ourselves moseying along a trail on a horse with nerves of steel, who never would dream of spooking. Well…that was just plain naive. It’s gonna happen sooner or later. And it has. Even if you’ve had way more successful rides than scary ones, it’s so easy for your mind to go back to those scary times when you put your feet in the stirrups.
Riding has definitely shown me how rewarding it can be to step out of my comfort-zone. I have never considered myself adventurous or brave, and I’m still not. But I saddle up despite my fears because it’s too fun not to. And I don’t want the what-ifs to control my life and steal my joy. What if I fall and get hurt? What if something happens to one of my kids? What if we start a blog and nobody reads it and it’s a total failure? I could go on forever. But that isn’t what God wants for us, thankfully. He reminds us over and over again in the Bible not to live in fear. Here are two of my favorite verses about conquering fear and remembering that God is with me wherever I am…even on the back of a horse!
And what if I don’t fall…or fail? What if I put my trust in God and do my best and just enjoy the ride?
For those of you who are not familiar with the Liberty Belles, we take care of four horses on a daily basis. Or we used to, up until last week. Now we are down to three for the moment. We sold our palomino quarter horse named Flossie to a friend of ours. She is just five and way too spunky for our kids. We wanted it to work…she’s cute, friendly, and has nerves of steel. Unfortunately, she is incredibly stubborn and will turn a ride into a wrestling match if she knows she can get away with it. And she knows she can. She took my Milla on an equestrian version of a Nantucket Sleigh Ride. She bucked off a friend. She tried to nip once or twice, and is a stinker in the cross ties. Despite all of that, we loved her. And we know she’ll make a great horse with the right rider, which made it even harder to part ways.
That’s probably one of the hardest parts of horse ownership…finding the right horse to match the rider. We knew our first mistake was getting her so young, but we loved how calm she was. I tend to look for the most bombproof horse around, but sometimes that’s not always the answer. Mardi and I are still relatively new at this…only owning our own horses for four years now. And Flossie’s the second “kid horse” to not live up to our expectations. Horse ownership is not for the faint of heart, we have come to realize.
Luckily, Mardi’s daughter Marek has owned a cute little Arab named Nina for about eight years now, and she is perfect for my girls to ride. Marek has since outgrown her and moved on to another horse. Nina is calm, mostly obedient for a mare, doesn’t kick, bite, buck, rear, or bolt. So even though she is too skinny and her white coat is always dirty, she can’t canter anymore, and she looks pretty average next to our Friesians, we appreciate her steady nature. In other words, she’s worth the hay!
This is a picture of my youngest, Fynnlay, on Nina last summer. (She does always wear a helmet, but we were just posing in the round pen.:) For those of you searching for the perfect horse…Mardi and I wish you good luck! There is one out there…we’ve learned you just might have to do a little compromising!
Did you ever have a horse who didn’t work out? Let us know…so we don’t feel so bad!