I see myself
Yesterday, after dropping Sass off at her riding lesson, I ran a few errands. When I returned I sat and watched her while she rode a horse named Honey Girl. Sass didn’t know I was back. I love moments like these when I can watch her and wonder what she is thinking.
Sass sat on her horse, she looked stoic as she gazed out over the pasture. Both her and the horse stood still and stared for what seemed like a long while. Her instructor was working with another student. I kept thinking the instructor was going to ask Sass what she was doing just sitting there.
I wondered what Sass was thinking. She was deep in thought.
Suddenly, Sass woke out of her trance. She clicked her heals and jolted her horse into a rapid trot then run.
The instructor stopped and yelled “NO RUNNING!” “Sass, what are you doing?!”
Sass quickly stopped while replying “Okay”
She then swerved her horse around and while turning their backs to the instructor Sass leaned over Honey Girl and stroked and patted her neck while saying “good girl, you are a good, good, girl”. She then sat up and with her lips pierced together she straightened her back and slowly slid her mouth into the biggest grinning smile I’ve ever seen. It was evil.
I stood and watched my daughter beam with delight. It was then that I understood exactly what she had been thinking during those moments as she stood and stared off into the pasture. She wanted to see what that horse could do. She didn’t want to ride on the side of caution. She wanted to push the envelope. She wanted to ride off into the sunset.
As a chill ran down my spine, I couldn’t help but join my daughter with a grin of my own.
My daughter is like me.
As her mother I worry, but witnessing her passionate spirit break out of her shy little physique I stood with all the joy of a proud parent.
To Sass’s story I could add many of my own that would illustrate how much my daughter is like me, but I can’t. Instead I need to run and help my husband off the floor. After telling him about Sass’s thrill ride he has been rolling around and saying something about his heart, or his lungs, I’m not sure, but he is convinced he is not going to survive his daughter’s teenage years.
I say, bring em on!
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