Weekend Ride
I had a few moments of euphoria, wallowing in the joy of having both of my children happily riding with me. Of realizing that the only thing better than my daughter off riding with friends was her off riding with her brother. That quickly came to an end.
It had started with protests and chaos. My son said he would not go riding. Then I let his mare, Lady, out with Rusty and she left to find better grazing. My daughter came out, I sent her off on Rusty to catch Lady. Before the pair could leave my son came out and went after his own horse. Yay! He wasn’t going to fight riding too hard.
My daughter was already on Rusty by then. My son ended up on her horse Jerry as I saddled Lady. Everyone was on the wrong horse! They all went off chasing each other around. By the time I had Lady saddled my son was back. He was ready for his horse who was much better than his sisters. His sister and Rusty were no where to be seen. I got on Jerry and we went looking.
Rusty had fond a spot of good grazing and she was stuck there, unable to get his head up. She likes riding him, but was ready for her own horse back. Yay again! I would get to ride my own horse after all.
With everyone on the proper horse I got to enjoy my moment of joy. Both kids were happy and laughing. My son was zipping all over the place, trotting along on his wonderful little mare who loves to zip but will also stop. Jerry was plodding, as she does. We stopped to play under the pivot. Then it was over.
My son was not going any farther. He was going home.
And he did. He turned Lady and left. I watched them go, wondering if he would be able to convince Lady to leave the horses and go home alone.
He did.
It was just the two of us now. Still nice. No one was complaining wanting to go home. We just enjoyed a nice ride. Not quite as good as both kids, but I’ll take it.
