Passing the Lead

Sometimes you start a new chapter in life without even realizing it. It seems to usually happen when you've gotten into the swing of things, figured it all out and there's a plan in progress. That's when it happens. When one small thing changes everything. My life has happily been full of these changes. I've learned that if I just take a deep breath, remember the greatness of God and the smallness of my "plan", it usually turns out better then I could have ever dreamed. 

So after my last/first show with Gabe I learned that I was pregnant. It was such a mix of joy, relief and anxiety. After 3 early term miscarriages in the beginning of our marriage, this was not a journey I felt ready to take. None the less, I am 6 months pregnant with one very active, healthy little boy and not one complication in sight. In not being ready for the struggles of pregnancy I was also not ready for the blessings it has already brought. I trust God deeper than ever before. My husband has loved and served me unlike anyone else in my life. His love reminds me of Jesus constantly. I was able to quit my job and be completely rested. I turned down a career as an Environmental Scientist. I sold my newly bought truck. All these things felt so un-American, so anti-cultural. It's not that I didn't have options and that by default I am choosing to be a mom. I am actively, happily choosing and stating that being the major influence in my child's life is the most important thing I could possibly do right now and in the future. The hardest part of this for me has not been the loss of a career or of freedom, but the loss of riding my horse. Now I am a huge proponate for listening to your body and your brain when it's comes to physical activity while being pregnant. I also have hailed the women I've heard of that have ridden while pregnant...Mary King, Georgiana Bloomberg, and of course there's Mother Mary. I also have seen many a pregnant equestrian go into this time with great sadness. I've met women in their forties who just began riding again after raising kids and just don't seem to "have it" anymore. They have the courage and spine of a rice cake. However, some of my greatest equestrian heroes are in their forties and could put me to shame in technique, skill, and a numbness to fear. How these women end up in such different places is still something I'm seeking out as I am bound and determined to be one of those later equestrians. However, now is not that time. I think I could've kept on riding for a few more months, but that would be on a differnt horse. You see Gabe is a pleaser and I have been training and pushing him towards perfection and excellence for the past three plus years. When our rides became the equivalent of what our warm-ups use to be I could tell he was bored. He very kindly accepted me how I was, but I couldn't stand it. I could not accept it. Plus, I still have 3 more months to go and it's the beginning of a new show season. I have seen many a horse sit in a pasture and have their talent wasted away. Sometimes one season off becomes years upon years and then a horse that couldn't had a whole other half of their career has just grazed away into obscurity. Now this is perfect for some horses. However, Gabe is the happiest when working and working hard. He is in his prime and I have finally submitted that I will not be the one to lead him forward in this time. I also realize that I have not been the only one to have taken part in Gabe's journey so far. There was his initial rescuer, then my friend who brought me to the horsemanship clinic where we met, vets, farriers, trainers, barn managers, workers and owners. I have been an overseer and coordinator of such and that will continue. But why should I let it stop there. I feel like animals are ment to be blessing, so let him bless. So, through the connections of trainers(thank you!) I was introduced to a young pony club rider in need of a horse. It could not have been a better fit. I remember what it was like when someone else let me ride their horse and I couldn't stop smiling. I never could've expected what it would feel like to give a gift to someone else that was once given to me. Not only that, but I saw the full circle of a horse that was once imaciated and mentally unhealthy now not just being able to be rideable by me, but to be perfectly attuned to this girl and to be a teacher himself. That has been one of the greatest joys and compliments of my riding career. So, yes I have a temporary, selfish sadness that I'm not the one riding Gabe, but it is so far, far outweighed by the joy and fullness of watching that little girl ride and love him. What a gift. Now I can rest and focus on my little baby to come knowing that I have done my best to steward this wonderful horse that was given to me.