Jill was somehow proud of the way the shyest rider urged her giant clyde cross mount towards her and ASKED the teacher if she could jump. she projected her voice and expressed herself, as well as provided solid leadership to her horse friend. while asking to do the very thing she never wanted to do in class.
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earlier Jill had found herself ranting, as the child careened past the turn to the little cross rail, because she didn't actually want to do it,
"listen, you cannot just ignore your riding teacher. if you don't want to jump, i am not going to make you jump, you should know that about me by now. but if you don't want to jump, then at least come in here and tell me about it, because i cannot have you and i miscommunicating with that horse. got it?" and then turning her attention towards the two students in the class who were ready to start jumping at a higher level.
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the first jump cup hole was full of earwigs and the super tough outdoorsy instructor squealed by mistake as she lowered the cup one hole. the second hole was buggy too so she joked "okay you owe me now, you better really enjoy this jump i made you."
when the child had successfully cleared the non-obstacle her fellow riders cheered and she beamed.
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"every week she goes up another million." that's what one of my mentors used to say about our quietest school horse. a 27 year old bay, with smooth gaits and a trustworthy nature.
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