By the time we got home from Thailand, Remy was officially, in every way, horse-crazy.
It had been brewing for a long while, but Thailand really cinched the deal, since we went on a few different excursions that involved horses or ponies. (The zoo in Chiang Mai had pony rides and then we did a horse drawn carriage ride tour of some of the older wats in the countryside.)
I remember being horse-crazy myself at that age, but more for horse stories (Misty of Chincoteague, Black Beauty). Remy's horse-craziness is more immediate and visceral, he wants to be around horses and he wants to ride!
Well, thanks to his awesome grandmas, he is getting a chance to learn. Horse back riding lessons are their Hanukkah present to him.
What a generous and thoughtful gift.
He was able to have his first lesson this weekend. And it was also a lesson in patience: before you can learn to sit (on a horse), you need to learn to care for and lead your horse.
He did not have a single problem with that concept. He completely loves the idea of taking care of his horse.
Although digging out hooves is much harder than it appears. (Wow, that's a lot of sawdust!)
I'm so excited for this relationship to bloom and develop. For him to keep developing the gentle-assurance that he is being taught. May his horse-craziness not abate. May he always have this overwhelming love of animals that extends to compassion for all living beings.
And much, much gratitude to his grandma S and G-J. So much gratitude.
(G-J was a champion rider in her day! So she understands the horse-craziness, too.)