We might not like horses in our household anymore. The first picture below was the beginning of a great weekend for the girls. Daddio and the girls spent the weekend at Horseshoe Canyon Ranch for a weekend of rock climbing. The picture on the bottom is the result of an incident that didn't happen from rock climbing but from a "damn" horse.
The girls were feeding the horses apples. One horse really wanted the apple Natalie had. It became a bit aggressive. In the process of Natalie trying to get away, she tripped on a rock. The fall, and her sounds, startled the horse. While on the ground, the horse started bucking and riding around Natalie avoiding her (thank God!) - but did manage to step down on the side of her inner-leg, ankle and foot. It could have been so much worse - but it wasn't - and I am grateful.
After a couple doctor appointments this week, we discovered no fractures (thank goodness). She does have to wear this boot for a week though- to finish the healing process.
I missed the whole episode - as I was home. I think it was good I missed it. I'd be having nightmares for weeks. I heard Natalie's language repertoire increased during the trip. I believe the quote was, "sh*t, I think that horse broke my leg....damn horse". Yeah, I may have said that....or worse if I'd been her.
My poor baby girl. For now, we'll just admire tall skinny cows from a distance.
It's been a long time since I've written a story to share and remember the memory. Last night, though, I had a small conversation with Natalie that I don't want to forget.
Sydney was at soccer practice; and Daddio was going to bring her home. Natty and I were in the kitchen eating dinner and also watching American Ninja Warrior. A commercial came on, and I zoned out as I tend to do for commercials - often missing their messages. Natty said, "I love this commercial. Too bad it's about cars though."
I started to watch the commercial to try and understand what she liked. I said, "do you like the scenery or the music? What do you like about it?"
She said, "no, it's about these two brothers racing, and the one lets the other one win."
"Ah," I said. Then I paused for a bit. Meanwhile Natty was just chewing away, working on her chicken wings.
Then I said, "so if you and Sydney were in a race, do you think Sydney would let you win?" She mildly chuckled, more of a puffed out breath and said, "no, Sydney would not let me win." I agreed in my mind. Sydney has a lot of heart - but she's wanted to be first since the day she was born...first.
I waited a moment and then said, "if you two were racing, would you let Sydney win?" Not even a pause passed and she said, "yes."
"Why," I said, "why would you let her win?"
She said, "because she's Sydney." Then she left it at that. I didn't know what "because she's Sydney meant."
I said, "Natty, what's that mean, 'she's Sydney'"
Natty said, "she's Sydney...she's awesome."
My eyes instantly pricked with tears. I have a lot of love in my heart. But I often get accused of leaving it there and not showing it. I have a lot to learn. And my eight year old showed me a lesson on pure genuine love and admiration last night.
I am so grateful for that two minute, car commercial, chicken wing, finger lickin moment on being "awesome".