This is the man who didn't want them riding bikes ("they could get hurt and end up in the emergency room...I've seen it too many times") or going ice skating ("they'll fall and someone will run over their hands and the skate blade will slice up their hands". No way was he going to allow his daughter on a two-ton, nothing much for brains between the ears, horse.
Tom: "Sure."
He said he's letting loose more where the girls are concerned.
Darcy takes horseback on Fridays at her school. I went the first day and watched. She looked like a miniature doll astride a giant two-ton, nothing much for brains between the ears horse. It was too hard for me to witness, so I started coming later after class to pick her up. There, I would find her in the barn washing and brushing down horses, her little body snug in a pair of tight jeans and Hello Kitty boots. Her face would be flushed with excitement and exertion and she would trot off after me through the field, giving me the rundown on her lesson. Everything seemed to be going alright with this after-school activity.
Until this Friday.
This Friday, when I got there to pick her up, she was still riding. I was on the phone with Gabby's mother, my sister-in-law Susan, and I didn't even notice she was still riding until I was halfway to the barn. I turned around and sat down on some bleachers sitting in the middle of the PE field next to the riding corral. I was chatting away and listening to Susan when Darcy spotted me. She was cantering around in a circle on her horse.
She yelled to the instructor and asked if she could go around again. The instructor had her back to the corral and was talking to someone. She was no more paying attention to the cantering group of horses and children than the man on the moon. But with a nod of her head and a wave of her hand, she gave my baby permission to go around one more time.
Darcy smacked the sides of her black horse with her boots and off they went. They circled, passed by me, and as the horse turned to circle the ring, something happened. What it was, I don't know. All I know is that to me, it seemed as if the horse just wanted this midget off his back.
He stopped and started pawing and prancing as if trying to knock her off. Darcy fell forward onto his neck and then she slid off his neck and onto the ground with the reins wrapped around her hand. The horse, Smokey, didn't like the fact that something heavy was pulling his reins, so he started moving again, pulling Darcy behind her on her rump and her side.
At this point, I started yelling, "Let Go! Darcy, let go!" And it was then the horse reared up on his hind legs, shook his body, and came down on my daughter.
I started screaming like a raving lunatic. I can still hear the sound now. I threw my phone and scrambled off the bleachers faster than I'd moved in my life. I needed to get to my baby girl!
Darcy takes horseback on Fridays at her school. I went the first day and watched. She looked like a miniature doll astride a giant two-ton, nothing much for brains between the ears horse. It was too hard for me to witness, so I started coming later after class to pick her up. There, I would find her in the barn washing and brushing down horses, her little body snug in a pair of tight jeans and Hello Kitty boots. Her face would be flushed with excitement and exertion and she would trot off after me through the field, giving me the rundown on her lesson. Everything seemed to be going alright with this after-school activity.
Until this Friday.
This Friday, when I got there to pick her up, she was still riding. I was on the phone with Gabby's mother, my sister-in-law Susan, and I didn't even notice she was still riding until I was halfway to the barn. I turned around and sat down on some bleachers sitting in the middle of the PE field next to the riding corral. I was chatting away and listening to Susan when Darcy spotted me. She was cantering around in a circle on her horse.
She yelled to the instructor and asked if she could go around again. The instructor had her back to the corral and was talking to someone. She was no more paying attention to the cantering group of horses and children than the man on the moon. But with a nod of her head and a wave of her hand, she gave my baby permission to go around one more time.
Darcy smacked the sides of her black horse with her boots and off they went. They circled, passed by me, and as the horse turned to circle the ring, something happened. What it was, I don't know. All I know is that to me, it seemed as if the horse just wanted this midget off his back.
He stopped and started pawing and prancing as if trying to knock her off. Darcy fell forward onto his neck and then she slid off his neck and onto the ground with the reins wrapped around her hand. The horse, Smokey, didn't like the fact that something heavy was pulling his reins, so he started moving again, pulling Darcy behind her on her rump and her side.
At this point, I started yelling, "Let Go! Darcy, let go!" And it was then the horse reared up on his hind legs, shook his body, and came down on my daughter.
I started screaming like a raving lunatic. I can still hear the sound now. I threw my phone and scrambled off the bleachers faster than I'd moved in my life. I needed to get to my baby girl!
There were too many obstacles in my way. First, a locked gate, which I couldn't open, so I lifted my leg and kicked it open. Second, another fence, which I crawled under. By now, Darcy was loose from the horse and walking toward me, her face covered in dirt, bawling. Her leg wobbled each time she put weight on it.
I was hysterical. I kept telling her to stop moving, to lie down on the ground, but she wanted me. I finally reached her and had her sit on the ground. I moved trembling hands over her body as I'd been taught to do through my many hours of watching hospital TV dramas and General Hospital, desperately trying to recall my first aid training.
Two other parents leaned over the fence, asking her if she was okay, but the instructor didn't come. I was ready to call 911 when the female parent told me she didn't think the instructor knew it had even happened.
I was hysterical. I kept telling her to stop moving, to lie down on the ground, but she wanted me. I finally reached her and had her sit on the ground. I moved trembling hands over her body as I'd been taught to do through my many hours of watching hospital TV dramas and General Hospital, desperately trying to recall my first aid training.
Two other parents leaned over the fence, asking her if she was okay, but the instructor didn't come. I was ready to call 911 when the female parent told me she didn't think the instructor knew it had even happened.
WHAT?
I started screaming for her to get over here, and she moseyed on over, clucking her tongue and asking what happened.
Darcy put her little arms around my waist and hung on for dear life as I got her to stand. I was holding on to her as a mother, and because my entire body was shaking. I gave the instructor a run-down in a high-pitched voice and she looked to the two side-line parents for confirmation, but I was using the wrong lingo. Apparently, I kept saying the horse bucked when he really reared up. Whatever. All I know is that his hooves stepped on my child.
Instructor: "Well, Darcy, you know the thing to do is to get back up on the horse."
Darcy started shaking her head, and for just a moment, I pictured turning around and slapping that instructor so hard that I saw her head snapping back far enough for her eyes to roll back into her head. That image disappeared as fast as it had appeared, and somehow, I pulled myself together.
Enough that I could gently push my baby toward theterrible instructor, patting her on the back.
Darcy put her little arms around my waist and hung on for dear life as I got her to stand. I was holding on to her as a mother, and because my entire body was shaking. I gave the instructor a run-down in a high-pitched voice and she looked to the two side-line parents for confirmation, but I was using the wrong lingo. Apparently, I kept saying the horse bucked when he really reared up. Whatever. All I know is that his hooves stepped on my child.
Instructor: "Well, Darcy, you know the thing to do is to get back up on the horse."
Darcy started shaking her head, and for just a moment, I pictured turning around and slapping that instructor so hard that I saw her head snapping back far enough for her eyes to roll back into her head. That image disappeared as fast as it had appeared, and somehow, I pulled myself together.
Enough that I could gently push my baby toward the
Me: "Absolutely. Go on, get back up."
That is exactly what I've done countless times to children who've fallen into a pool or to children who've had a bad experience in the water. I knew I had to let her get back onto that rotten, no good piece of glue horse.
And she did. She walked away from me and got on a horse, not Smokey, but on another horse. I walked out of the ring, across the field, through the parking lot, and collapsed into the arms of a parent friend.
When Darcy finished her last ride, I took the advice of various people and took her to the immediate care center. They took her off for an x-ray while I waited. The doctor came into the room and sat down before me. I tried not to panic at this behavior.
And she did. She walked away from me and got on a horse, not Smokey, but on another horse. I walked out of the ring, across the field, through the parking lot, and collapsed into the arms of a parent friend.
When Darcy finished her last ride, I took the advice of various people and took her to the immediate care center. They took her off for an x-ray while I waited. The doctor came into the room and sat down before me. I tried not to panic at this behavior.
Him: "Darcy is fine. She's going to be fine. Kids bounce back from things like this, and she was lucky. I am, however, more worried about you."
Apparently, I was in shock. He kept warming my hands between his own, rubbing my arms, and talking to me in a calm, soothing voice until my trembling had improved. I highly recommend this doctor.
The horse had landed on the fat part of Darcy's thigh, so no bones were broken. By now, she had recovered from the incident, and save for a bruised hoof print on her thigh, she was good and ready to join her friends at the park for a birthday party.
It took me two hours to stop shaking. I shook through the birthday party while my friends listened as I freaked out again while telling the story. I had nightmares that evening, and any time my mind went to that horse rearing up I'd get sick to my stomach.
Darcy, on the other hand, took it all in stride. She'll be back in the ring next Friday. I'm not sure where I will be...but rest assured it will not be in that field.
The horse had landed on the fat part of Darcy's thigh, so no bones were broken. By now, she had recovered from the incident, and save for a bruised hoof print on her thigh, she was good and ready to join her friends at the park for a birthday party.
It took me two hours to stop shaking. I shook through the birthday party while my friends listened as I freaked out again while telling the story. I had nightmares that evening, and any time my mind went to that horse rearing up I'd get sick to my stomach.
Darcy, on the other hand, took it all in stride. She'll be back in the ring next Friday. I'm not sure where I will be...but rest assured it will not be in that field.
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