I expound my theory about how you either become your parents or the opposite of your parents when it comes to certain traits to anyone that will listen. Usually I mean things like how you keep your house or your grocery shopping habits. Today it is about horses.
I find no redeeming value in a horse. Maybe 100 years ago they served a purpose but today if I want to get from point A to B I will ride a car or bike that does not turn around and bite. That’s just my personal opinion. I don’t like a horse. I don’t choose a horse. Truthfully I’m a bit afraid of a horse. A trait my Nathaniel seems to have inherited.
Not Annabelle. Annabelle loves horses. She gravitates to them in person and in books. Especially white ones. She climbs up in the saddle with the biggest smile on her face and rides regally as if she was born on a ranch.
Last week at our family autumn fest outing there was an opportunity to ride a horse. She spent some time talking to the white horse named Duck through the fence before going in, waiting until he was over his break. As soon as he was ready she was first in line.
I’ll admit to some trepidation when the woman invited me in to take pictures. I stood a good distance away and used the zoom, but still I captured that moment of pure happiness for my daughter.
Nate waited far away with the rest of the family. Anytime whoever was holding him would take a few steps toward the horse ring he would proclaim “No horse, No horse!” Now that I get, really get.
Annabelle’s love of a horse I don’t get. But it doesn’t matter. She is the opposite of me when it comes to this trait. Proving my theory true once again.
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Cute pic. :)
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