How do you support your child who is pony mad, when the one thing they really want is a pony and that’s the one thing we can’t give her?
My Mademoiselle is still pony mad. She’s been riding & taking riding lessons for the last 18 months (ish) and is now a very confident rider. This was the blurry photo I took last weekend as she was cantering around the riding school *I stayed on the outside as she was moving fast!*
Of course Mademoiselle wants a pony of her own. Her dreams of owning a pony revolve around cantering across fields & snuggling up to her favourite Palomino. I’m not sure it includes the hard work & shit shovelling that comes with horses! But at the weekend reality started to bite…
The Stables gave in to the idea of her volunteering at the weekends. In the past the answer has always been negative because she’s too young, but her persistence paid off!
Yes she’s rather young to be working volunteering but her enthusiasm and constant begging to be included as one of the girls who work at the yard was hard to ignore.
I still can’t believe that at 9 years old she’s starting to work. Ok, ok, it’s not work-work per se *otherwise I’ll be reported to social services* but it is hands-on, manual work at the stables.
Doing the Proud Mum thing & spying on my daughter as he does her first volunteering “work” session at the stables!
It’s great experience, giving her a real sense of what it’s like to look after a pony, to build her confidence and tack/management knowledge. The Yard she goes to isn’t polished or slick by any means but the people involved are the most friendly, enthusiastic and wonderfully supportive.
Mademoiselle spent Sunday with the team at the Yard, skipping out (scooping the poop but not the hay!), making hay bales, sweeping the yard, checking water troughs and falling into the Muck heap!
I’m so proud of her commitment & her willingness to get stuck in. Despite being cold, having wet hay in her riding boots and stinking slightly (as a result of the muck heap incident) she had the time of her life!
They put her to work and that evening she was exhausted. She ate for Britain and slept well that night, and will be volunteering again.
She’s a trooper, my girl. She’s determined, not afraid of hard work & very persuasive. She’s also learnt an important life lesson – if you don’t ask for something you will never get it.
You just gotta love her!
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I'm Tracey, nice to meet you. Mummyshire was 'born' three years ago after we moved from London to the Oxford countryside. Here I chart our journey adjusting to our new lives, the challenges of being in the countryside & surviving parenthood.