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When I was a young girl I was obsessed with horses.  Yes I was one of those girls with equine posters all over her walls, who lingered at the fence of any horse she saw for hours on end, who ran around Auckland Point School with her friends neighing and doing horse jumps, and who would gaze out the car window imagining she was jumping fence after fence on her trusty stead during long family drives.  I had it bad.

So when my son Kahu decided he wanted to ride a horse after seeing it happen in a movie I decided to make it easy for him and immediately began to dream of he and I riding our future horses together.  He went great on his first ride, didn’t really want to get off.  I was deeply impressed.  So I set him up with horse-riding lessons via the HANDS system here in Golden Bay.

Que: the horse girls.

Their name’s are Jyoti and Shamaia – they’re both eleven and when I say they literally live and breath horses, I’m not exaggerating.  By the time we got around to see them today my young boy had gone off the idea of horse riding.  Despite many attempts to reassure him, he’d moved on and preferred to ride my back. So we chatted.  Both the horse girls (who are close friends) are home-schooled and have horses.  While Jyoti – who was to give the lesson today – has a mere three at her house, Shamaia has a whopping ‘thirty some-thing’ horses, including around ten new foals.

[Gasp.  Can you imagine how many horse lovers around the planet would salivate at the thought of living with thirty plus horses??? ]

Shamaia spends ninety percent of her wakeful life working and playing with those horses.  She lives in the midst of a herd, in a straw bale house, that is owned by rock-star parents, well actually they might be classified as ‘new age’, however they’re very popular and they travel the world, but that’s another story.

“Do you have one horse you like to ride?” I ask her.  She laughs and shakes her head.

“Oh there is Midnight” suggests Jyoti and then they launch into a conversation where each finish the other’s sentences.

The horse girls – who are calm, gentle, confident young women – know their way around horses as a mother knows her way around her new-born.  Nothing is off limits with these girls.  As we chat, they gently vault on and off the pony my son was going to ride, they pick up her hooves and check them, they pull her tale and her mane, they lie on her.  And she stands, half asleep, in the sunshine.

“She’s really gentle, see?” Says Jyoti to Kahu, who hides his face in the small of my back.

Both Jyoti and Shamaia help their mothers train horses and ponies up to be sold.  So they work them, from a young age, until they’re safe and well trained enough to be re-homed.  Wow.  How cool is that?  In Shamaia’s case it’s looking like a full-blown business.

I think it’s a grand thing – going with the pleasure’s of our children.  Those girls are a testimant to their upbringing.  More and more schools are being developed world-wide to support children in their passions.  I wonder where my son will take us?

Today’s rating: 10/10

PS the ebook is now FINISHED.

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