As I’ve alluded to in some previous posts, my life is changing. Life is always changing, naturally, but most of us can pinpoint years or eras where change was more prevalent.
I’ll only be homeschooling two next school year. Graduate is about to launch, college application made, waiting for his adult life to begin. Snuggly male fifteen year old is chomping at the bit to be a grown up.
Eleven year old dear daughter. She started taking riding lessons last year, and to see her timid and demure nature grow into confidence; socially, physically, emotionally – we decided to take the plunge and get her a pony of her own.
Willow is young and lovely, 14 hands 1. A perfect size for a gal who is going to not be too big. Willow is young, six years old, and Rosebud has now become not only a horse rider, but a horse trainer as well. She gets regular coaching and riding lessons, and things are coming along nicely.
When we entertained the idea of pony-owning, I did qualify that 4H horse club would be part of the program. My own days of 4H have come back to me time and time again as a valuable part of my childhood, not only for the education I received in animal husbandry, but also for the leadership training, public speaking and broad knowledge base inherent in 4H activity.
So she’s in…already two projects in, a speech and an educational board. She won second in both projects.
We’ve done horses in the past. This time around, I knew I wanted to be involved. Partly for the purpose of filling in all those lonely hours of not knowing what to do with myself.
That was just a joke.
Seriously. Partly because I like horses and they smell good. Partly because I like learning new things. Partly because I like a challenge. BUT MOSTLY. Because as the house gets quiet, and less is happening, and I move in to this new phase of life, that I have something valuable, relational, challenging to do WITH ROSEBUD.
At every phase of life, we have different things that we can offer our kids. When we are younger, more energy, more “life” in the house, when we are older, more experience, more patience. And when we are super-old, like me, you can offer more one-on-one time. And one day, Rosebud, when you are reading my blog (you will read my blog when you are an adult, right?) – you will know, that it wasn’t an accident, it wasn’t a grudge, it wasn’t “because I had to.” It was because I want to give all I’ve got all the way along. It was because I love you.
Whatever I do, whatever I did (mistakes and all), my children – grown or otherwise. It was because I love you.