Emma had another riding lesson this morning. She’s been taking lessons sporadically this summer from my cousin. It is the perfect opportunity for Emma to get a taste of riding from a cousin with whom she’s enamored. (I know so, after a lengthy love letter emma wrote to her this morning before the lesson). I knew this week’s lesson would be a little better than the others because yesterday Emma told me that she was going to walk and trot by herself without anyone walking her.
That’s how Emma operates. Everything proceeds on her own time, at her own pace. Like swimming. I couldn’t get her to wade past her waist at the beginning of the summer and now she’s doing cannonballs off the diving board without any flotation devices. But each step was her decision. She rarely responds to any prodding by her mother or father.
So this week, she rode most of the lesson alone. At least that was the report. I was asked to leave her by herself at lessons this week. "Mommy, could you do some errands while I ride this time?" So Mary and I left and wandered aimlessly around the grocery store–milk, some yogurt, cream cheese…obviously we didn’t make it past the dairy case.
We got back in time for me to catch a quick shot of my ‘rider’, riding all by herself, with no one leading her and heading back to the barn to un-tack, brush the horses and hand out much earned carrots to a lot of soft noses standing around the barn.
Thanks Lia, for a wonderful morning lesson. Thanks Vanity, for being such an old softie that you do exactly what you’re told and let a four year-old think she’s in complete control.