Raising kids can be a lot like gentling horses in that sometimes you get to road-blocks and don't know why. In my last post I referred to life being "hard"--I was referring to parenting. As our kids grow up, our relationships with them change--and that's difficult for me. So, how do you transition from parent to---well, whatever it is you are when your kids are adults? It's more than a friend, but what is it?
A lot of my New Year's resolutions this year revolve around my kids because, for the first time, I see the window of opportunity closing. When they get to be full-fledged, independent adults, will they want to be around me? Will they live close? Will they like me?
I've been a mom for twenty years now, so my instincts are fully kicked in for protecting my kids--but they're getting to the point where they can protect themselves--they're not quite there--but close.
I'm a hoverer--my Living Room window overlooks the pasture where my horses spend their day, my dogs are always at my feet, my cats are locked into their heated house every night before dark--I'm the one who wouldn't release Beautiful into the pasture with the others for a year!
A horse friend wrote to me once that I need to "take the jump". I never really knew exactly what she was referring to, but I think that's what Andrea's doing right now with her new job training horses.
I've been taking mini-jumps--both literally and figuratively. I've started jumping teeny jumps with Cowboy as I work on seat and form, and I've started up piano again, which is sort of a jump.
But it seems like life is pushing me to bigger and bigger jumps--letting go of old roles, finding new meaning, overcoming fears.
My riding friend loved to jump. She'd jump anything and everything--logs, creeks, cracks, burms, you name it. I'd always have my horse walk over them or around them. If he did jump, despite my asking him not to, I didn't like it. She'd go back and forth over things, once was never enough.
Though I'm only working on small jumps, I'm starting to understand her. It's a great feeling to land one, even over six inches. Your horse still has to put the power behind it, and you still have to sit right and keep looking forward, put your hands on their mane and let them go, and they get really excited afterward--it kind of wakes them up.
Hmmmm...is that the same instruction for parenting? Point them in the right direction, grab mane, sit right, and let them go? Maybe I'm onto something with this whole jumping thing--maybe it's the answer to LIFE!
What do you think? Any jumping stories out there? Advice on parenting soon-to-be adults? I'll take all I can get!!