Keri
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SWEET SIXTEEN AND GROWING UP WITH A HORSE by TRACY MEISENBACH
My daughter turned sixteen years old today; which is a milestone
for most people. Besides looking at baby photos and childhood
trinkets with her, I took time to reflect on the young woman my
daughter had become and the choices she would face in the future. As
I looked at her I could see the athlete she was, and determined woman
she would soon be.
I started thinking about some of the girls we knew in our town who
were already pregnant, pierced in several places, hair every color
under the sun, drop outs, drug addicts and on the fast track to no
where, seeking surface identities because they had no inner self
esteem. The parents of these same girls have asked me why I "waste"
the money on horses so my daughter can ride. I'm told she will grow
out of it, lose interest, discover boys and all kinds of things that
try to pin the current generation's "slacker" label on my child. I
don't think it will happen, I think she will love and have horses all
her life.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has compassion. She
knows that we must take special care of the very young and the very
old. We must make sure those without voices to speak of their pain
are still cared for.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned responsibility
for others than herself. She learned that regardless of the weather
you must still care for those you have the stewardship of. There are
no "days off" just because you don't feel like being a horse owner
that day. She learned that for every hour of fun you have there are
days of hard slogging work you must do first.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned not to be
afraid of getting dirty and that appearances don't matter to most of
the breathing things in the world we live in. Horses do not care
about designer clothes, jewelry, pretty hairdos or anything else we
put on our bodies to try to impress others. What a horse cares about
are your abilities to work within his natural world, he doesn't care
if you're wearing $80.00 jeans while you do it.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned about sex and
how it can both enrich and complicate lives. She learned that it only
takes one time to produce a baby, and the only way to ensure babies
aren't produced is not to breed. She learned how babies are planned,
made, born and, sadly, sometimes die before reaching their potential.
She learned how sleepless nights and trying to outsmart a crafty old
broodmare could result in getting to see, as non-horse owning people
rarely do, the birth of a true miracle.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she understands the value
of money. Every dollar can be translated into bales of hay, bags of
feed or farrier visits. Purchasing non-necessities during lean times
can mean the difference between feed and good care, or neglect and
starvation. She has learned to judge the level of her care against
the care she sees provided by others and to make sure her standards
never lower, and only increase as her knowledge grows.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned to learn on
her own. She has had teachers that cannot speak, nor write, nor
communicate beyond body language and reactions. She has had to learn
to "read" her surroundings for both safe and unsafe objects, to look
for hazards where others might only see a pretty meadow. She has
learned to judge people as she judges horses. She looks beyond
appearances and trappings to see what is within.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned
sportsmanship to a high degree. Everyone that competes fairly is a
winner. Trophies and ribbons may prove someone a winner, but they do
not prove someone is a horseman. She has also learned that some
people will do anything to win, regardless of who it hurts. She knows
that those who will cheat in the show ring will also cheat in every
other aspect of their life and are not to be trusted.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has self-esteem and an
engaging personality. She can talk to anyone she meets with
confidence, because she has to express herself to her horse with more
than words. She knows the satisfaction of controlling and teaching a
1000 pound animal that will yield willingly to her gentle touch and
ignore the more forceful and inept handling of those stronger than
she is. She holds herself with poise and professionalism in the
company of those far older than herself.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned to plan
ahead. She knows that choices made today can effect what happens five
years down the road. She knows the value of land and buildings. And
that caring for your vehicle can mean the difference between easy
travel and being stranded on the side of the road with a four horse
trailer on a hot day.
When I look at what she has learned and what it will help her
become, I can honestly say that I haven't "wasted" a penny on
providing her with horses. I only wish that all children had the same
opportunities to learn these lessons from horses before setting out
on the road to adulthood.
My daughter turned sixteen years old today; which is a milestone
for most people. Besides looking at baby photos and childhood
trinkets with her, I took time to reflect on the young woman my
daughter had become and the choices she would face in the future. As
I looked at her I could see the athlete she was, and determined woman
she would soon be.
I started thinking about some of the girls we knew in our town who
were already pregnant, pierced in several places, hair every color
under the sun, drop outs, drug addicts and on the fast track to no
where, seeking surface identities because they had no inner self
esteem. The parents of these same girls have asked me why I "waste"
the money on horses so my daughter can ride. I'm told she will grow
out of it, lose interest, discover boys and all kinds of things that
try to pin the current generation's "slacker" label on my child. I
don't think it will happen, I think she will love and have horses all
her life.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has compassion. She
knows that we must take special care of the very young and the very
old. We must make sure those without voices to speak of their pain
are still cared for.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned responsibility
for others than herself. She learned that regardless of the weather
you must still care for those you have the stewardship of. There are
no "days off" just because you don't feel like being a horse owner
that day. She learned that for every hour of fun you have there are
days of hard slogging work you must do first.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned not to be
afraid of getting dirty and that appearances don't matter to most of
the breathing things in the world we live in. Horses do not care
about designer clothes, jewelry, pretty hairdos or anything else we
put on our bodies to try to impress others. What a horse cares about
are your abilities to work within his natural world, he doesn't care
if you're wearing $80.00 jeans while you do it.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she learned about sex and
how it can both enrich and complicate lives. She learned that it only
takes one time to produce a baby, and the only way to ensure babies
aren't produced is not to breed. She learned how babies are planned,
made, born and, sadly, sometimes die before reaching their potential.
She learned how sleepless nights and trying to outsmart a crafty old
broodmare could result in getting to see, as non-horse owning people
rarely do, the birth of a true miracle.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she understands the value
of money. Every dollar can be translated into bales of hay, bags of
feed or farrier visits. Purchasing non-necessities during lean times
can mean the difference between feed and good care, or neglect and
starvation. She has learned to judge the level of her care against
the care she sees provided by others and to make sure her standards
never lower, and only increase as her knowledge grows.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned to learn on
her own. She has had teachers that cannot speak, nor write, nor
communicate beyond body language and reactions. She has had to learn
to "read" her surroundings for both safe and unsafe objects, to look
for hazards where others might only see a pretty meadow. She has
learned to judge people as she judges horses. She looks beyond
appearances and trappings to see what is within.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned
sportsmanship to a high degree. Everyone that competes fairly is a
winner. Trophies and ribbons may prove someone a winner, but they do
not prove someone is a horseman. She has also learned that some
people will do anything to win, regardless of who it hurts. She knows
that those who will cheat in the show ring will also cheat in every
other aspect of their life and are not to be trusted.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has self-esteem and an
engaging personality. She can talk to anyone she meets with
confidence, because she has to express herself to her horse with more
than words. She knows the satisfaction of controlling and teaching a
1000 pound animal that will yield willingly to her gentle touch and
ignore the more forceful and inept handling of those stronger than
she is. She holds herself with poise and professionalism in the
company of those far older than herself.
Because my daughter grew up with horses she has learned to plan
ahead. She knows that choices made today can effect what happens five
years down the road. She knows the value of land and buildings. And
that caring for your vehicle can mean the difference between easy
travel and being stranded on the side of the road with a four horse
trailer on a hot day.
When I look at what she has learned and what it will help her
become, I can honestly say that I haven't "wasted" a penny on
providing her with horses. I only wish that all children had the same
opportunities to learn these lessons from horses before setting out
on the road to adulthood.
