We started hippotherapy (horse-back riding therapy) because my Mom and I thought it would be good for her. We had heard all sorts of stories of people whose children had found success with it. I don’t think either of us knew just how good it would be.
She not only does her “therapy” now, she rides. She used to have an entourage following right along beside her to make sure she didn’t fall, to help keep her feet in the stirrups, to help hold the reigns.
Now, she rides like this.
I have to admit it makes me nervous when I watch her to see my little 45-pound baby girl atop that enormous animal. But she’s not nervous at all.
I love this horse. He’s so gentle with her. He’s so patient. I’m not an animal lover; but I love this horse. Andre.
I love watching her show off all the tricks she can do. Like standing up and sitting down while he’s moving. That’s super hard for someone like her with very little muscle tone.
Or doing the Superman while moving.
Or around the world.
Or a long trail ride.
Or steering the reigns. They’ve been working on this for a while now and she’s finally getting it. It’s so cool to watch.
Or trotting. Can you imagine watching your baby girl up there on that huge animal—running?? It’s scary. But she loves it.
But most of all, I love watching her face while she’s riding. She’s so confident and proud. She’s so happy. She shows off. Even her brothers can’t do it. It’s all hers.
Ride, little girl, ride.