Yay, kids and Arabs! Here’s my oldest boy back when he was 2 1/2 (he’s nearly 8 now) on our sweet old girl…lost her in 2011. I’m wearing my helmet to encourage him to wear his. Here’s the same boy the night before we had to say goodbye to her–how he loved her. And how she took care of him! I’ll never forget one time I was handwalking her, and that same son was maybe 3 or so. He’d run ahead, and we’d scold he had to come back and walk with us. One time he ran ahead, and she pinned her ears and nickered at him–calling “her” foal back just as I had been. Heh.
My youngest barely knew her and now has no memory of her, but got to sit on her as well that final night.
But we got a new boy–the aforementioned Tril–and both of my boys adore him. Now, Tril is a retired show horse who’s been there, done that, winning in Santa Barbara and placing at Scottsdale in his 3-5yro years (he’s 11 now), but packing my kids around was a new experience for him. Now he loves it. My youngest, now 4, LOVES riding on him–while he’s been on our mini, he MUCH prefers Tril. In fact, last time he rode the mini, he said, “Mommy, I never want ride Firefly again. Want ride TRILOGY!” WELL then.
Now my oldest is using Tril to learn some basics of riding–I put him on a lungeline without reins to focus on seat. Tril is still a little confused what we’re doing, but is dutiful and does a great job. They do so well together. Good boys.