A Proud Moment

Horse Crazy (the condition which all people who love horses finally succumbs to at some point) does not always translate well to the non-horsey people of the world. I am one of the only people in my life that like horses, and probably the only one in my circle of friends and family that can truly say she is Crazy about Horses.

So when I found out that my Dad trekked the 45 minutes to my favorite horse store for my Christmas gift, it made me beam with pride.

I know that Dad worries that I'll fall off and some unspeakable horror will befall me. That's what Dads do....worry about their daughters well being and mental health. And I am sure that trying to tame a 1000-plus beast into doing what I ask is right up there with running through the streets, playing chicken with cars. Both thoughts probably make him break out into hives. (Don't worry Dad, I don't play in the streets.)

No matter what I say about how safe we are at the barn (helmets, always riding with other people, riding a virtually bombproof horse), I know he thinks I am crazy for "risking my life" for a few hours of fun. I know he worries, and like others who don't get the Horse Crazy, doesn't understand why I love it so much.

This year, I gave Dad a few ideas, including a gift card to the Dover Saddlery near me. I am in need/want of dressage show boots, and let him know that with a few clicks of a mouse, my gift could be done in a moment's time. So imagine my surprise when I had a gift card wrapped up...obviously bought in the store. Dad also mentioned that he looked around in the store, and made comments about how impressive it was.

Why am I proud? Because my Dad took the time to try and understand why I love the sport so much. Sure, he merely looked around a store, but to me, it was the first step in getting to know me a bit more, to understanding me, to accepting me for the horse crazy girl that I am. The fact that, even after my husband told him he could get the certificate online, he drove out of his way, meant that he cared about what makes me happy.

And you always want acceptance from the ones you love. A little bit of understanding.

And that is the best Christmas Gift of all.

Peace, love and reins....DG