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August 2, 2010

Life is Good Today!

Filed under: All My Posts,Horse Talk,Humorous Ponderings — Tags: , , , , , , , , — Dawn @ 11:56 am

Zac Brown’s “Toes in the Sand” ran through my head in a slightly distorted version as I sat in my backyard in the hot sun. “I got my toes in Harley’s nostrils, butt in a chair…” Yes, Harley found a new toy that day and once he thoroughly examined my toes and the chair they rested on, we both settled in for an afternoon siesta. The shadow cast by Harley’s head blocked the sun’s rays from my eyes and a droopy horse lip six inches from my forehead was my view. The gentle relaxed breathing of my favorite Spanish Mustang tickled my face as we enjoyed a special afternoon of bonding. Yes Zac, I agree – Life is good today!

The morning started with briefly checking on the horses. Harley was standing in his usual corner and received his usual scratch. Spotting mud on the bottom rail of the fence, I made a mental note to talk to my son about where he had been scraping his boots. Soon the grass was flying as I mowed and made more mental notes of what job I needed to tackle next. As the mower strew clippings into the pasture, the horses gathered to taste the tender morsels. Harley, near the fence, moved quickly away when the mower passed and it was then my heart started pounding. Harley was lame.

A nail in his frog was the probable reason behind the mud on the rail as my young colt tried to scrape the offending metal out of his hoof. Visions of an abscess tormented me as I soaked his hoof clean and made a few phone calls to the vet and farrier. Harley and I bit the bullet and pulled the nail, paying special attention to how deeply it was embedded and in what direction. Luckily Harley was a champ and never flinched as I pulled the thorn out of the lion’s paw. After additional soaking, dressing and wrapping – I turned the new vet wrap and duct tape king loose in the yard to graze where his feet would remain relatively clean. However, Harley being Harley, soon discovered the cornfield. After several trips to retrieve my errant little boy, I gave myself permission to take a break from the stressful day and sit in the sunshine…and keep a closer eye on my mischievous colt.

Surprisingly at that point, Harley decided I was much more interesting than corn or grass and came to visit. First the chair my feet rested upon was examined, tasted and knocked over. Then the real fun began as he discovered my bare feet. My big toes were inhaled and shoved up each nostril as far as they could go. My feet were licked and nuzzled to the point I was beginning to worry that my little horse had an obsession. He also decided toes were just like fingers as he offered his jaw for a scratch.

Finally relieved of his curiosity of something he had never seen outside cowboy boots, Harley placed himself by my head. After inhaling my breath – now slow and calm, he cocked a hip and fell asleep – shading my face with his beautiful head and drooping lip. There we sat, dozing in the sunshine with Harley standing guard over me as if I were a member of his herd. Before long, he also felt safe and lay down next to my chair like a good horse/dog for a nap.

What Harley and I shared under that hot summer sun – from his total trust in me to relieve his pain to the my trust in him not to eat my toes and the best nap time we have ever had – was a special occasion for us both. The bonding between us was etched in stone and gave just a hint of what will come as we eagerly hit the trails together.

Harley and I rewrote Zac Brown’s hit that day to “I got my toes in the stirrups, faithful Harley beneath. Not a worry in the world, many trails to see. Life is good today. Life is good today.

July 7, 2010

Life Lessons

Filed under: All My Posts,Horse Talk,Humorous Ponderings,On the Serious Side — Tags: , , , , , , — Dawn @ 7:07 am

In the hot sultry air, the blue roan impatiently swished his tail and stomped his foot – kicking at pesky deer flies nibbling at his legs. The other herd members were standing in the dark barn where flies were less active in their pursuit of a warm feast. Bottom of the pecking order, Harley seemed destined to stand and suffer in the heat but this intelligent gelding knew that time was on his side.

Soon lulled into a stupor by the droning of the barn fan and relief from insects, his herd mates fell asleep and Harley moved into action. Pausing slightly with each step, ear cocked and listening just in case his mates awoke, the blue roan backed silently step by step into the dark recesses of relief. Patience rewarded Harley with relief from the biting flies and hot sun and he too, rested in the shadowy recesses of the barn.

Did I teach him how to worm his way into the barn? No – this is something he learned by the school of hard knocks. After repeatedly being chased out of the barn by the older horses, Harley learned that rather than trying to force his presence upon the bullies, he could gain access by biding his time and yes, being a little sneaky.

Life lessons such as being bit on the butt by a dominate horse tend to be retained easier than being “schooled”. Perhaps like a child, a scraped knee or pinched finger leaves a more lasting impression upon the young and willful rather than telling him a certain action could get him hurt. Once on a trail ride, I was repeatedly alerting a young colt to holes in the trail. The colt was more interested in looking at all of the other horses walking about and gawking at the scenery than where his feet were being placed. Finally tiring of watching out for the young and stupid, I let the colt step into a shallow crevice. Stumbling for just as moment, the young and stupid turned into the smartest kid on the block and instantly started paying attention to where his feet were placed. The school of hard knocks once again won.

My first trail ride on Harley was also a learning experience. With the steady influence of his pasture mates along on the ride, Harley set off down the trail eagerly – happy to be out “working” with the big boys. When unsure, he would hesitate and wait for the others reassurance and then set off once again. His muscles felt hard beneath my seat – tense with excitement and seemingly ready to blow at a moment’s notice. The young colt’s hindquarters felt uncoordinated as he learned to carry my weight downhill and back up again. We traveled along a hilly prairie road and after pausing slightly, crossed a wooden bridge with ease.

Soon, my tense colt relaxed and softened his muscles beneath me and I too, relaxed as we traversed another hill. Now confidence and remarkable agility and balance were felt as we traversed up and down the hills. Many miles will be spent under saddle before Harley is finished but as we travel, the life lessons we both learn along the trail will be priceless – even if it takes a little stumble or bite on the butt to make us wake up!

June 3, 2010

Silence Speaking Loudly

Filed under: All My Posts,Family and Friends,Horse Talk,Humorous Ponderings,On the Serious Side — Tags: , , , , , , , — Dawn @ 8:26 am

The cheerful chatter of birds riding in on the fresh air through my open window woke me, the sun still hiding behind the horizon of the eastern sky. Fresh steaming cup of coffee in hand, its aroma mingling nicely with the scent of pine and spring air, I settled onto the swing on my deck and watched the sun rise. The horses, snorting in contentment, grazed upon the green pasture, tails swishing gently in the calm air. Harley’s raised head and perked ears alerted me to a deer walking along the river bottom – its tawny hide flashing gold in the morning sun.

Horses, when you listen, can tell you so many things by their body language – a shift of the hip, softening of the eye, swish of the tail. They tell you if they are happy, sad, confused or mad. Always on the alert for danger, their early warning system can tell you if there is a bear or an evil green ogre on the trail ahead. Looking through their eyes, you will find a fawn bedded in tall grass or a majestic elk topping the bluff on a far hillside.

Eddie’s body language is one of relaxation and love. Each time after being tacked up, Eddie turns and buries his large head into my stomach and requests his pre-ride hug. I wrap my arms around him and lay my cheek upon his forehead and breathe softly into his nostrils. Eddie sighs in contentment as if to say, “Thank you for taking the time for a ride with me today” and then waits for me to mount. I now use Eddie to give rides to children – Grace is his favorite little girl and tries his hardest to understand her requests. One day, Grace’s grandma came to pick her up after her lesson, bringing her brother and cousins along. The small boys were excited and eager to pet the large horse that stood quietly and lowered his head to their short stature. I showed the boys how Eddie loves his head hugs and they each took their turn – wrapping tiny arms around his massive head, Eddie sighing in contentment. The smallest boy however, was afraid and even in his grandmother’s arms, did not want to touch the large animal. Eddie seemed to understand as he quietly moved closer on his own accord and rested his nose upon Grandma Jen’s arm and quietly encouraged Ian to overcome his fear. The horse, ever patient but unrelenting finally coaxed the boy with his silent body language to pat his massive head. Eddie, once again content, sighed and moved back to the other children for more love.

Harley is the king of body language. Every emotion this spunky little guy feels is loudly proclaimed upon every square inch of his body. One day while lunging him in preparation for another training session, Harley was clearly not a happy camper. Stiff posture, a head toss and a mini buck or two told me something was up. Not one to get ruffled over temper tantrums, I continued to work Harley calmly through his spell. Suddenly Harley stopped, stretched out to pee and proceeded to empty an extremely full bladder. He peed…and peed….and peed! The relief on his face was hilarious as he finished his job and walked off into a whole new world. His body language now was relaxed, happy and alert and eager to do as I beckoned. He did give me a disgusted look as I laughed at my silly boy until tears flowed from my eyes! We proceeded to have the best ride ever – the relaxed young horse beneath me responding to my body language as we learned to read each other’s cues.

We can learn so much by watching our horses as they graze in the pasture, interact with their buddies and nature, and how they respond when you are working with them. By taking the time to listen to what your horse is trying to tell you in his not always so silent body language, your partnership with these intuitive animals will grow. Remembering that horses also read your body language and adjusting your mode of silent communication with your equine will take your partnership to a new level. Horses speak if we listen with our eyes as well as our ears.

March 27, 2010

Cowgirls and the Boots They Wear

Filed under: All My Posts,Family and Friends,Horse Talk,Humorous Ponderings — Tags: , , , , , , , — Dawn @ 2:20 pm

One day, while idling away a long evening on Twitter and simultaneously shopping for boots I made a simple comment “I do not need another pair of boots.” Instantly, all cowgirls worldwide perked their ears and thronged to my internet doorway. Soon, mere strangers became friends, all of a bootaholic nature. Sharing our favorite brands along where to get the best buy on boots and generally joking and enabling all fellow bootaholics along a leather-soled path. Cowgirl friend Laurie and I rounded up the herd and formed a page on Facebook where we could post pictures and stories. Where there was once one lonely cowgirl on a dark winter evening – there are now over 530 friends and the numbers grow daily.

Upon this page, we ooh and ah over photos of each other’s “bootage,” share music and poetry and stories of where our boots have taken us and the friends and horses that share our lives. We’re self professed enablers in all our glory of the next boot purchase. It has been said, “One never has too many boots.” (A statement which is quickly followed by “Look at the new boots I just bought!”) Whether it’s fulfilling needs of the soul or needs of the SOLE, we should have bought stock in boot companies as sales have made an astounding jump in the past few weeks!

Some cowgals shyly post only one pair of boots while others ‘come out of the closet’ and proudly lines up all the boots she owns to fill the picture frame. Artistically minded cowgirls seek new ways of photographing leather-clad feet – some adorned with blingy spurs and some inside stirrups, cute puppies sleeping inside boots, on hay bales, under horse noses and alongside their equine partner’s hooves. Red boots under a white wedding dress received rave reviews and vintage boots were awed over.

This goes to prove that cowgirls are our allies. They are born of a special group – a sisterhood united by their common love of the horse and all of the paraphernalia that comes along with it. Cowgirls are proud, supportive, independent and self sufficient. Cowgirls are strong of heart, soul, body and mind. Cowgirls will back each other up in time of need and hold each other when they fall. They will laugh with you and at you when you do stupid things (in the nicest possible way of course!). They will cry with you and make you laugh when all you really want to do is cry. And should you want to buy a new horse or a new pair of boots, they will throng to your door and cheer you along the way.

Hold up your boots and toast them with pride – whether they are classy dancing boots or mucky barn boots because no matter what brand or condition – they serve us well on our journey of life! Join our little group on Facebook called “Cowgirls and the Boots They Wear” and follow our Boot Adventure. And hopefully at some time in the near future, we’ll all meet under a glorious sunset to sing and dance and share our tales of the boots we wear and the journeys on which they have taken us.

March 1, 2010

Snowshoeing 101

Filed under: All My Posts,Farm Life,Humorous Ponderings — Tags: , , , , , , — Dawn @ 11:34 pm

Spring fever hit me early this year but I wasn’t the only one who fell prey to this disease. A robin dared show his beak in my yard the last day of February…when the snow was still up to 3 feet deep in the shelterbelts and fields. I’m sure he was wondering what he was doing in North Dakota along with the rest of us!

It was on this day I gave into winter once again and strapped on my snowshoes. Last year was my first experience at this “feat” of strapping huge clown shoes onto your feet, and a clown miraculously appeared in the form of Dawn, who had no clue as to how to get around on the darn things. Too proud to ask questions and too dumb to research the process on-line, I set out with grim determination on my shoulders. My first trek should have been followed by a film crew as I would have surely won the big prize in American’s Funniest Home Videos.

On this first endeavor I quickly learned a lot of Do’s and Don’ts. The first being: Do use ski poles for balance or wear long gloves. Balance has always been an issue and I quickly found out that wearing snowshoes put my balance to an extreme test. I happily trekked off behind my house through the deep snow until I took one brief misstep. Milliseconds later, I found myself armpit deep on my side floundering in the snow. Arising from my tomb was an entirely new and interesting maneuver but soon I was on my way again shaking snow out of my sleeves.

Stubborn determination and eternal optimism lead me to my next blunder. Don’t try to walk down a steep hill on your first walk or you will soon be “snowshoeskiing” at a rapid rate. Also, don’t forget to wear bib snowpants or as you are sliding on your butt downhill you will find snow in regions meant for much warmer hospitable treatment!

No one was watching this sideshow so I shook out the snowballs and stubbornly continued along my way…leading me to another don’t! Never, ever try to follow a deer trail through a cattail patch. Deer are much narrower in body and foot path than humans with huge boards strapped to their feet and at some point you are going to tangle said snowshoes in cattails and end upside down once again. No one told me the snow and cattails could be so deep right off the path. Nor did anyone tell me that it is nearly impossible to get yourself back upright when your feet are still way up there on the deer path and your body way down there deep in a soft bed of snowy fuzz.

Feeling much like a turtle stuck on its back with my feet the only part of my body still high upon the deer trail, I grabbed at the cattails to pull myself back up. This only produced clouds of fuzz rising high in the air much like the smoke signal I needed to send out for help. The thought of being found in this position in the spring along with the words “I’ve fallen and can’t get up!” sent me into hysterical laughter which was quickly choked off by the cloud of cattail fuzz raining down and entering my nostrils and lungs. After much huffing and hacking and sneezing and grunting, I finally emerged more or less intact (except for my dignity) and sporting a snazzy new coat of white.

Of course, what goes down must come back up and I quickly learned what the term “uphill battle” means along with don’t grab onto branches to pull yourself uphill unless you first check to see if they are alive. Dead branches easily break and are only useful for stabbing the offending snow and hillsides with frustration. Switchbacks quickly became my friend that day!

A sucker for punishment, I have since made many treks out onto the frozen tundra with webbed boards strapped to my feet. I’ve even come to enjoy this fine sport which takes me where no horse can go in the wintertime. Ski poles now balance me and smaller snowshoes better suited for brush and cattails and equipped with crampon-type claws for better traction up and downhill adorn my feet. My camera is now my companion and most of the time, I keep it safe from plunges into the deep snow. I capture flashes of red and gold as pheasants flush and deer as they snort and stomp, then run at my intrusion into their winter wonderland leaving behind gleaming white antlers shed in preparation for the spring to come.

January 5, 2010

Enjoying the Storm

Filed under: All My Posts,Farm Life,Horse Talk,Humorous Ponderings,On the Serious Side — Tags: , , , , , — Dawn @ 5:11 pm

I pulled on my heavy wool socks then my insulated boots, insulated bib coveralls and brown duck jacket, a wool hat and heavy gloves. Feeling like that proverbial sausage stuffed into its casing, I clomped my way out the door to do chores. It was one of those record setting cold mornings where the temperature finally bottomed out at -34.

I had tucked the horses into the barn the night before when the temperatures started plummeting – even the house protested the rapid drop with its timbers making loud cracking noises as it adjusted to the temperature. The snow crunched loudly underfoot as I made my way to the barn. Lessons learned in past winters ensured that I inhaled slowly so my nostrils would not freeze shut and also send me into a coughing fit when the blast of cold air hit my lungs. My eyelashes quickly began to frost up giving me perfect white mascara. After scooping some oats into a bucket, I opened the barn door and was met with a gentle nicker from the geldings – always anxious for his morning feed. Their body heat had warmed the barn to a balmy zero degrees during the night and the boys were mellow and sleepy-eyed with pleasure.

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Air is sparse and feels much like the high mountain zone when you’re pitching hay into the feeder rescued from the previous week’s blizzard which piled the snow five feet deep into the corral. Soon, despite the frigid air, I was sweating underneath my layers. Steam rose from the heated water tank creating perfect frosty strings around its edges, goldfish slowly swimming in its depths. I paused to admire the perfect blue skies and the sunshine attempting to raise the temperatures a few degrees. A flash of blue from the still snow-covered pine branches caught my eye along with the shrill call of a Blue Jay in the still air – begging for their peanut breakfast.

Halters removed, the horses slowly made their way to the open barn door – pausing to take in the cold air outside. They stepped out and drank deeply of the fresh cold water – goldfish nibbling at their lips for stray particles of feed. Raising their heads, they alerted me to a magnificent white-tailed buck making his way to the shelter of the pines.

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Harley was the first to run – his youthful exuberance for life showing in the leaps and bounds he took as he plunged through the belly deep snow. His mottled coat of black and white melded perfectly with the cloud of snow rising from his flying hooves. Soon, the older geldings were enticed into participating in the game of snow tag as they ran and sparred in the frigid air. Clouds of vapor emitted from their flared nostrils as they snorted their pleasure.
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Yes, it would be easier to not have animals to care for in these cold winter months as I rubbed my fingers aching from the cold. But then I observed the geldings showing their uninhibited joy at their freedom to enjoy a sunny day – and found my own pleasure in the frigid days of winter.

December 1, 2009

Weathering the Storms

Filed under: All My Posts,Family and Friends,Farm Life,Horse Talk,Humorous Ponderings,On the Serious Side — Tags: , , , , , , , , — Dawn @ 2:27 pm

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all! It’s amazing how fast the past year has gone. It was a year filled with many ups and downs for family and friends, but crisis and hardships were offset by extremely spectacular moments meant to be remembered and cherished for years to come.

I’ve made many good friends this year through the “new fangled” way of meeting and greeting people – Facebook and Twitter. One such friend met through Facebook but never in person is Mark Madsen, who just posted a very reflective statement, “Did you ever watch horses in a bad snow storm?? They turn their butt to the wind and snow and let it blow. When the storm is over they just shake off the snow and go back to eating grass. Hmm, sometimes you need to just shake it off and go on with living.” This is excellent advice for all of us from someone who has been through his share of storms. Mark has worked hard at shaking off that snow through the one avenue which works so well – by using the healing power of horses.

Storms can come in so many varieties – from a gentle cleansing rainstorm to an all-out raging blizzard, tornado or hurricane – but they never last forever. Farmers and ranchers have to deal daily with weather delays and worries – especially this past year with record cold, wet and now a delayed harvest. As of Dec. 1 as I’m writing this column, our corn is still standing in the field while we wait for the moisture levels to lower. This in itself creates a storm of itself of worry and stress – unharvested crop does not pay the bills. Do we let the storm creep under our hides or do we just turn our backs to it and wait for it to pass so we can shake off the worry and prepare for a new year?

Harley and I had a storm the other day…which sure surprised the heck out of me! But his training has been hit and miss between the weather and farm work so I probably had it coming. We quickly went from an eager walk to an “oh crap – what’s this all about” as we bounced our way towards my new rail fence. Not liking the thought of a fence post landing, I opted for the “Let Go and Let God” strategy and met with Mother Earth. This was followed with a Come to Jesus Meeting as we settled our differences first from the ground and once again upon his back. The day ended on a better note although we both were still a little hot under the collar. Time management issues with Thanksgiving and work once again prevailed to the point of Harley being ignored basically for a week until yesterday when I once again spent some time with my little gelding. By then, the storm had passed and we both shook the snow off of our backs as we enjoyed each other’s company.

Life throws a snowball at you on occasion – do you throw it back with a vengeance or do you turn tail to the wind and wait until the storm passes so you can shake that snow off your back and go on living? Fighting the storms normally makes matters worse but sometimes waiting the storm out can be hard for those of us lacking patience. One of my favorite quotes by an unknown author gives you another option, “Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass – It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” Find the Joy, Live the Joy, Be the Joy! And as always, look Into the Sunset for a brand new day.

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October 13, 2009

Living in the Moment

Filed under: All My Posts,Farm Life,Horse Talk,On the Serious Side — Tags: , , , , , , — Dawn @ 3:31 pm

Living in the moment. Within the coolness of the fall day, the silence broken by the whisper of the wind in the pines high above and a warning cry of the blue jay from its evergreen branches. I walked on, closely followed by the blue roan – his nose lightly touching my shoulder. Warm breath and whiskers tickling my cheek halts my wanderings as I stop to scratch the friendly colt. White hairs sift down to the ground, much like the approaching snowflakes of winter.

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It was the robustly colored pheasants that drew me from the warmth of the house – two roosters squabbling over the territorial rights of my back yard. The shy creatures fled at my approach, resounding squawks protesting my intrusion. I was drawn to the hills of the pasture and the horses within. The chestnut’s legs reached for the sky as he rolled in an effort to dry the rain from his hide – his shaggy and now muddy coat betraying the sleek summer sheen of days past.

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The blue roan, started by the commotion, left my side to the hill above, highlighted by a brief ray of sunshine against the deep green of the pines. The clicks of my camera shutter the only unnatural sound amidst the drone of the crickets in the grass.

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It became a game between the blue roan and I, as he ran from hillside to corral and then back to me. My camera captured the moments of his romp – his glee refusing to be dampened by the cloudy day. His mottled coat a blur of motion as he bucked and kicked with the enthusiasm of the young; settling to a walk as he respectfully approached me for another scratch. At my urging, he exits for another run, up hill and down – mud, mane and tail flying in the breeze generated by his thundering hooves, echoing in the quiet of the approaching shower.

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The older geldings waited patiently in the muddy corral, unaffected by the zeal of the blue roan colt named Harley until he too, waited patiently by the fence for his snack of crab apples. Hastened by another approaching rain shower, I gathered the crisp red windfalls and fed the boys their treats. Soon smacking lips and the fresh scent of apple mingled with the gentle cleansing drops falling from the sky. The drops became larger – silencing the crickets with their damp. Wanting to linger with warm horse breath upon my fingers and rain damp upon my hair, the earthy scent of smoke emitting from the chimney reluctantly drew me back to the warmth and crackle of the wood fire within. Living in the moment – treasured for years to come.
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September 10, 2009

Hang on and enjoy the ride!

Filed under: All My Posts,Farm Life,Horse Talk — Tags: , , , , , , — Dawn @ 2:30 pm

As I watch the leaves turn into fabulous shades of reds and golds, I can only wonder what happened to the summer. Not nearly enough hours were spent in the saddle and I feel like I am frantically grabbing the tail end of a rope being tugged from my grasp. Falling leaves are all too closely followed by snow flurries and frigid weather!

My 2-yr. old gelding, Harley has been the star of the show this summer. His antics are continually entertaining and his curiosity is insatiable to the point I wonder if anything will ever be safe from his inquisitive mouth and feet. During a recent fence building project, Harley “helped” by picking up the log chain with his mouth. He played Ring Around the Rosie by circling around the skid steer and climbing the mound of fresh dirt brought in to fill holes. He even sacked himself out with my son’s jacket…humorous until Kyle remembered his cell phone was in the pocket. After a brief game of tug of war, jacket and cell phone were safe from Harley’s grasp.

Ponying sessions with patient Eddie at the helm are met with Harley playing bulldozer with his nose leaving tracks in the loose gravel along the roads. Obviously Harley also thinks he has to help carry part of Eddie’s burden by holding Ed’s tail or lead rope in his mouth as we take our ride. With Harley’s personality, I’ve tried tailoring his training sessions to meet his curious nature. I’m continually in search of new objects and games to show him which are always met with reactions like “Can I taste it?” “Can I move it with my feet?” It is rare this bold pony shows fear. The trust and bond formed between Harley and me through these sessions are now helping with his first rides under saddle.

Harley isn’t the only student on the farm. This highly intuitive horse has required me to hone my body language skills neglected from years of handling more forgiving elderly horses. Whether it’s the older and wiser theory setting in or perhaps it’s just due to the knowledge that I don’t bounce as well as I used to in the game of horseback riding and spills, my own self confidence and trust seems to have waned through the years. Through watching this young horse test and build his own skills, I have been able to rebuild my self confidence.

In the game of life, according to Harley, we all need to take that “What if” out of the equation and meet each new venture with eagerness and anticipation. Turn off that nasty voice in your head which asks “What if he spooks?” “What if he bucks?” “What if I get hurt?” Ask instead “Can I taste it?” ‘Can I do it?” and embrace each new experience as a wonderful gift. Learn to trust yourself and your horse and turn your life into a joyful game. By doing so, you’ll be able to grasp the tail end of that rope and hang on for a wonderful ride Into the Sunset no matter what the season is.

August 14, 2009

I am a Mean Mom!

Filed under: All My Posts,Family and Friends,Farm Life,Horse Talk,Humorous Ponderings — Tags: , , , , , — Dawn @ 1:32 pm

I am a Mean Mom! Just ask my son Kyle how mean I was when he was growing up. I’d torment him by making him clean his room, eat his supper, brush his teeth and the list goes on. But one day, after he spent time chaperoning some young kids at a function, he came up to me with the astounding statement “Thank you for being a Mean Mom!” He finally realized the importance of discipline after spending time with kids who did not grow up with Mean Moms!

One of my fondest papers Kyle brought home from early grade school days was one he wrote about home life. And I quote in my sweet little boy pencil scrawled lingo, “Do not complain you are bored because Mom will give you more work to do!” Ah yes, I am a truly Mean Mom!!

My mean streak goes beyond my poor abused son… cats, dogs and yes even horses fall prey to my rules and regulations of how to behave throughout life. Many years ago, I had a wonderful Springer Spaniel named Megan. Megan had one vice – a love for garbage and that love happened as soon as I walked out the front door. She loved to tip the garbage pail over and then proceed to chew everything into pieces and scatter it across the kitchen floor…especially wonderful when there were coffee grounds and egg shells to mix in with the mess. Mean Mom finally broke that messy habit by placing poor little Megan into the garbage pail and telling her to stay! Whether it was the humiliation of it all or the fact the garbage suddenly wasn’t inviting after spending a whole 5 minutes sitting in the mess my Mean Mom tactics finally won and the garbage and my clean kitchen was safe from the garbage monster!

My horses have experienced Mean Mom also. Old Al quickly discovered he is not allowed to chase the other horses from my scratches or he would be chased away by the Mean Mom and not receive any attention at all. He also learned that if he did not behave while being ridden, he would have to work the dreaded circle pattern for “Hours!” Zippy learned that Mean Mom was much worse than the feared WATER. He found it amazing how Mean Mom never got mad, we just worked and worked until darn it…how the heck did she get me to stand in this puddle?

Being such a perfect boy, Harley hasn’t seen Mean Mom emerge too often but when the sunscreen for his pink nose comes out, he quickly discovered Mean Moms don’t get mad….but they do win out in the end so he might as well give in right away and let it happen. Harley recently decided that he saw absolutely no point in stepping into the trailer. He wasn’t scared, he wasn’t even particularly upset at my command to step up…he just stood at the gate and thought he would wait me out. Well Mean Mom emerged and made Harley work away from the trailer at backing, lunging and various other jobs until he decided inside the trailer was the one spot he didn’t have to work.

Yes, I am a Mean Mom but I love my “kids” and my kids love me! When I see the confidence and skills built by the hard work and respect Mean Mom demands, maybe being mean isn’t so bad – especially when it’s followed by lots of love and praise.

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