Tuesday, October 8, 2013

"Who's In Charge?"

Horse therapy has started again! I always forget how much I really love horses. While I'm not as trained as the horse leaders, I always feel like I know what to do when I'm there. I'm a simple side walker to a client, but I always have fun interacting with the horse before and after the lesson. I keep hoping that they'll let me ride part of a lesson.


So I'm a side walker to Tabitha (name change). Tabitha is a happy, calm, quiet, not very pushy kind of person. Don't get me wrong, this girl does own a pair of sassy paints and will wear them. But she's very gentle. When I ask her to hit something she does it very gently for fear she will break something.

Lucinda, the horse only wears sassy pants. Or maybe sassy shoes? Lucinda is a strong, thick pony. And has one leader. Lucinda will only cooperate with her one leader. Yesterday they tried to have this tiny 8 year old lead her. Lucinda wouldn't move in the beginning, then she started nipping at the little girl. Then she stopped and started stomping her feet and shaking her head. I thought Tabitha might get  bucked off. Quickly her regular handler came up and took over. Even with her typical handler she'll still nip or try to do something she knows she shouldn't. But her handler just gives her a good whack, and that's the end of it.


Lucinda


When we first got matched with her I stared at the director thinking

"Are you serious?"

But I kept my mouth shut knowing they know best. And they did. It's turned out to be a great match. This extremely gentle girl is being forced to be assertive, forceful, and yes, bossy.

Every time we pull up at the barn I ask her one thing:

"Who's in charge?"

She chuckles and smiles and says "I am." 

She has to pull the reigns to get Lucinda to listen, not gently tug. She shouts the commands

"Trot!"

"Walk on!"

No whispering, no "please walk on." What does this take?

Confidence.

I've seen a pretty confident girl go to extremely confident.  And she's taking that confidence outside of horse therapy.

Had she been put on a quiet gentle horse she wouldn't need to shout or pull. She wouldn't have to learn to be confident in her demands and having those demands be met.  It's been fantastic!

This program has been great not only for the rider but for me as well. As a simple side walker, I've learned to bite my tongue. To just enjoy the animals and the walk... And make sure Tabitha doesn't fall off the horse.

To learn more about the SPIRIT program go to:

 http://spiritequestrian.org/

Thursday, September 26, 2013

A Day For ME!?

My birthday is coming up!



People keep asking me what I want, and I just stare at them thinking:

 "What do I want?"

Confused at the whole idea that I could personally want something.

Not for Kelli, or Troy, or Thomas, or all of us. For ME.

I couldn't find a picture of just me... but Kelli is cute, so it works.

People have rattled off ideas:

"Clothes?" I have many clothes.

"A night away?" Not sure if I'm ready to leave Kelli.

"A date night?' Troy just had his birthday, maybe I'll take a night alone.

"A night alone?" I don' want to leave Kelli and Troy.

"A spa day?" Ok that I would take.


But as people have rattled these off I realized I really haven't gotten anything or done anything for ME since... I got married.  Except the occasional pedicure.

This is something I think all mothers and wives do. We get swallowed up by the children's needs and the house work, and the husband's needs, that we put ourselves on hold. How many mothers have canceled or postponed a simple doctors appointment to stay home with a sick child? Or to make it to the school play?

But when do we come back to ourselves?

When we've reached the breaking point? When there is no floors to scrub, or people to feed? When there is no bills sitting on the desk?

Some women have that amazing husband that will tell them:

"Go get your nails done, I got the kids." or "I'll scrub the floors, you've done a lot today."

For some it never ends. And we need to be able to say "I need a break." Even if the laundry is a mile high, or dinner needs to be cooked.

So what do I want for my birthday?

I don't know.

But I do know, that I want something for lil old me.