Just over three years ago, when the kids were very little and I was perhaps a little over my head (two in diapers and one was pretty ill), we had decided that Mambo needed a new home because I simply did not have the time to devote to him that he really deserved. For his home, I found a teenager that adored him but who also promised to first offer to return him to me if she no longer could care for him. Just over six weeks ago, she told me that she was heading for college soon and could not afford to take him with her, did I want want him back?
At first, I dismissed the notion, after all, I had hadn't ridden in over three years. I started riding when I was two years old and prior to this stint, the longest I had ever gone without being near a horse was a few weeks at most, so I was very, very, hesitant.
In the meantime, one of my friend's from high school did something amazing. After Christmas, we went to visit her and she put me on her wonderful horse for two days. That experience gave me the confidence to believe that I could handle this challenge. The ear to ear grin I sported for those two days apparently gave Colin the steadfast belief that I still belonged on a horse.
Voila....Mambo arrived from his long journey from Michigan just last week. We are both finding our way back to each other and it is going to take some time to get in synch. But today, for the very first time in three years, when I whistled to him as he relaxed in the turnout, he immediately responded with a nicker and whiny...and lo and behold, there was my ear to ear grin again.........