One thing about Facebook is that you can check in with a quick update and let it go at that, which is fine I guess, but ...
Though I have lately thought it might be a good way to "mark my place " as in post that thought , whatever it may be and then let it percolate a bit and see if it is a topic I would like to elaborate on.
One such place marker is my Facebook post form yesterday;
"To all the little girls like me who wanted a pony for Christmas for so many years; you may not have gotten that pony,or at least not as a gift but what you did get was patience, determination, and an understanding that sometimes you don't get what you want just because you want it. And those were great gifts you see, because if like me you eventually went out and bought your own pony/horse you already had some of the tools to become a true horsewoman! And you don't find that under a tree in fancy paper."
It popped into my head yesterday, as I was slogging through chores in the snow and cold thinking it would be nice sometimes if I didn't have to do that. Then I stopped to give Johnny a pet on the nose and a cookie to Annie, I snuggled Andee and I remembered. Why I love these creatures so much and why I wouldn't give it up for the world. It can be hard work but it is so very worth it. In the cold weather when I have to shovel snowing, or fork hay, check waters in cold and wind,where I have my hat and scarf on so tight I have to turn a full circle to look over my shoulder.
In the summer when it's stinkin' hot but I'm still out checking the mares and foals . Sometimes riding but often just spending time enjoying the fruits of my labors. Handling these quiet gentle creatures and knowing that at least part of what they become is a direct result if the work I do . What does that have to do with my FB post? Quite a lot actually, I had horses in my life all the time I was growing up but they were the farm horses, I was able to ride but only when they were not being used . Like many horse crazy little girls I dreamed of the day I would have my very own horse. I have shared the story of how I scrimped and save and finally bought my first horse at the age of 13 . And as hard as it was for me to wait for that day, I really do think it served me well to "earn" her She was not a gift as such, but in many ways, she and the time it took for me to get her were better gifts after all. With those gifts I built my own joy, and a sense of pride.
Many gifts that we receive at Christmas or birthdays when we are young are enjoyed in the moment, and soon cast aside for bigger brighter dreams. Because I had to save my money and earn my horse I became determined to not let that go and have a sense of pride and accomplishment and not only achieving the purchase of my own horse, but in all I could do with her and my future. That first horse was the foundation of what is become fern Valley Appaloosas, a lifelong journey that I have truly been blessed with.Would I have kept with these horses had I not earning my stripes so to speak ?
It's hard to say, I do believe that those gifts of patience, determination, and the understanding that we just don't always get what we want, just because we want it, are a huge part of why I did . And why I can call myself with confidence a horsewoman.
So to all the little girls who dream of a pony, whatever age you are. That dream can come true, its just a matter of time, patience and...
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