My thanks for the March Slice of Life challenge with the Two Writing Teachers community for Day Two of Thirty-One. Thank you, Stacey, Beth, Deb, Betsy, Lanny, Kathleen, Lisa, and Melanie.
In addition to the Tuesday slicing, I connect to other groups throughout the week on my blog, except for Thursdays and Sundays. It's great NOT to have a post on Thursday because that's when I work at a nearby used bookstore (maybe another slice?) I work my shift on Thursdays there, and sometimes other days. This March, I thought I'd take Thursdays to live in the past and share a little of the "me I used to be".
I taught early in my marriage and when my first child was born, I stopped to stay home with my son, and then with my daughter. As they grew up, I found more time to do other things. Part of those were 'things" with and for the kids. Yes, I was a soccer mom, a band parent, a stage mom, a gymnastics mom. But at one point my daughter wanted to learn how to ride horses, so we found a stable and she started. Soon enough, we bought a horse and I too began to ride again. I needed to get in shape and learn more. In my childhood, I rode a little, and one grandparent bought me a pony that I rode when I visited. But that really was play, and not very serious riding. This time I was grown up and had to keep up the riding with our horse. It was stabled, so that meant a drive there 3 or 4 times a week. I was both excited and terrified. It became one of the best learning I've ever done.
Many of you know how much I love being outdoors. I've done many things in the wild, and horseback riding has been one of them. During that time with Mariah, my small half-Arab palomino, I rode all over the stable farm, competed at small horse shows, but mostly loved being outside riding "on the range". I learned to ride other types of horses at that stable, and that was fun, too. I think it informed my teaching: to learn to trust the horse, go with what was best for each, take them, and me, to the next step (think students!). And I learned to enjoy every minute no matter how challenging it turned out to be. When I returned to teaching full-time, I had to give it up. There simply was no time to keep going with taking care of my horse and my job, too. I had to say goodbye, and that was hard. I remember spending a final day with Mariah, and that's the last I saw of her. I know she went to a good family with young children who I'm sure loved her, too.