Motherly Manipulation...

E wasn't able to get any riding in this week - too many other commitments and rainy weather got in the way. So early yesterday morning I picked her up from her best friend's house (they had had a sleep-over the previous night) and we headed out to the barn. As soon as we arrived, however, E started to fall apart, complaining that she was too tired to do anything.

I wasn't going to let her get out of chores (which is what she was whining about the most, of course!) and as soon as she finished taking care of Curly's stall I "encouraged" her to also groom him. The poor guy was covered in mud and really needed to be cleaned up a bit. E grudgingly did as I asked, moping and whining the entire time.

I was a tad bit frustrated by this time. Plus, I really thought he needed to be ridden since he'd had almost the entire week off.

Then I had a brilliant idea - I asked E if I could ride Curly. Now, remember, I have only gotten on his back a couple times this whole past year...so she was surprised when I asked. As I tacked up I asked her to help me with the bit and the cinch - all things I can do, but I was trying to get her interested in the process. By the time I started to lead Curly to the arena, she was fully engaged and suggesting that she watch "just to make sure you don't get yourself killed, mom."

As I positioned the horse to get on, E then suggested that she warm him up and determine his mindset before I try riding. I graciously took her up on the offer, of course. The whole time this is going on I'm trying my hardest to not smile or laugh. It really was too easy to get her riding her horse!

And after one turn around the arena, she called out that riding Curly was a great idea.

I only hope all the teenage years go so easy.....