How Horses Prepared Me for Baby

I’m wasn’t someone who is got all starry eyed and high pitched when babies were mentioned.  I mostly just internally laughed at the fact that those suckers parents who were up all night, covered in weird juices, and their very lives being dictated by these tiny, squishy narcissists.

But then I had one of my own.  And I’m totally obsessed,so the joke is on me.  While learning the inside and out of keeping a tiny human happy, I realized some things related directly to my time with horses. Allow me to share the reasons having horses in my life prepared me for having my daughter…

  1. The bills.  $200 for baby shots and her monthly appointment?  SIGN ME UP.  Once you pay for a few vaccinations plus the farrier and such, I was clearing way more than that on a monthly basis for a horse.  By this scale, baby is practically cheap.
  2. They can sense fear.  I swear to God my daughter can tell when I’m not in a place to have her melt down on me.  And then proceeds to melt down on me, just to be sure I remember who is boss.  So number one rule, don’t fear the baby.  Same rule applies to horses (duh).
  3. The opinions.  You have them, my 2nd cousin once removed’s wife has them. Congrats.  This goes for horses, and now babies.  I do not need your constant opinions and 50 different recommendations.  Thanks for adding to my anxiety.

    Paint pony isn’t so sure about cooing pink cheetah dressed squish.
  4. Sleeping.  I figure if I could drag myself out of bed in the dark hours of the night for a horse show, I can do the same for my baby. You know that adorable happy look your horse gives you when they see you.  Babies do that too.  Heart squeeze.
  5. Googling.  Learned this the hard way with my injury prone pony.  Do not google.  Especially at weird hours of the night.  You will not like what you find.
  6. Camera phone skills.  If horse or baby is doing something, and it’s not life threatening…always take a second to take a picture.  Because cute.  iCloud storage be damned.

    Like when you daughter decides this is the optimal toy chewing position.
  7. Poop. (You know I had to go there.)  After you’ve mucked your way through years of lessons, or stepped in or on steamy horse poo….well the baby doesn’t even compare.  Still ew.  But just an ‘ew’ that you accept and move on from.
  8. Communication.  I’ve spent so many years trying to wordlessly communicate with my horse.  It’s not so different to try to figure out what your baby needs.  There are things that don’t need words.

    photo 1 (15)
    No words needed.



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