Horses are a privilege! 


So I’m writing this for you at 3:30 in the morning.  I am on a pool lounge chair that I lugged into the barn so I can watch my horse get fluids through the night.  I have slept about an hour.  I’m tired.  I’m worried.  I’m wearing clothes from yesterday morning that are now covered in horse urine, stomach juices, and dirt.  I’m also chilly, but wrapped up in a wool cooler (have I told you how much I LOVE coolers?) and a rain sheet. 

I have every reason in the world to complain.  I also have these words ringing in my head.  “IT’S A PRIVILEGE* TO HAVE HORSES”.  I heard these words from a barn mate just the other day.  Her name is Karen, she’s a lovely lady and has been looking for her dream horse for years.  Karen started riding later in life, and just recently found HER horse, a lovely guy named Panda.  After every lesson, she tells us how wonderful Panda is, how much she’s in love with being a beginner, and how thankful and grateful she is for Panda and everything that he’s teaching her.  She said to me, “It’s a privilege for me to know Panda”.  


Karen and Panda.  The smile says it all! 


Never one to back down from over thinking things, I ran with this and had some thoughts of my own.  


It’s also a privilege to be a Groom.  Yes, it’s a lot of things like hard and dirty and exhausting and muscle building and heart breaking.  It’s also a privilege.  You don’t get to work with horses just because you can.  You don’t get to travel, learn, give up your life, sweat all the live long day and then learn some more “just because”.  Think of the job as a privilege and your pride grows as well as your positive outlook. 


It’s also a privilege to have a Groom.  Trainers out there build businesses from scratch, catch ride, and risk life and limb for their clients as they work to carve out a name in the horse biz.  It’s a big deal when a Trainer’s work requires a Groom’s knowledge and expertise and help, and a big responsibility (financially and legally among other things) to make that happen.  


Migs and I out on the trail together! 


So I’m reminded of this as I’m watching the bags of fluids drip into my horse.  It’s a privilege to ride him, learn from him, take care of him, retire him, cater to his every carrot whim, and even curse him as he worries me and makes me long for home and bed.  It’s a privilege to have this lifestyle.  


Thank you to Karen for reminding me that this work, burden, love, paycheck draining roller coaster we call horses is made even better when we remember that it is, in fact, a privilege to be on this particular ride.  No matter where it takes us.  





*And by privilege, I mean Honor.  Responsibility.  Blessing.  Humbled. Not the silver spoon type of privilege.