Through the Lens of a Child


Each and every day and usually more than once, I drive past a lovely Equestrian Center very close to my home.  It’s a beautiful place where horses of all breeds are boarded, competitions are held, lessons are taught, trail rides are given, and magic happens. Only recently, I found this out.

On any given day, behind white split-rail fencing in flat, muddy fields I’ll see Mares munching on bales of hay, Stallions kept at bay, Geldings trotting close enough to take a look, and if I’m very, very lucky, a Mama nursing her baby foal on spindly legs or a dewy colt barely born.

This past summer on a still afternoon, my husband and I pulled into the dusty parking lot of the above with our little grand-daughter who squealed with delight.  Clouds of brown welcomed our car with poofs of air the color of smoke.  A wooden porch of sun-bleached planks greeted us before we checked in.  Sitting on the plain pine bench, I almost expected a prickly tumbleweed to roll by!

The smell of open barns drifted my way, drawing me in.  My grand-daughter’s small of hand clasped my own, looking up to me.  Her eyes of saucer blue together with a smile that melts my heart-so-much stopped me in my tracks.   We went on to visit countless stalls of fresh cream-colored straw, most with horses living in them.  Others were out, taking a break.  Everything was ‘new’ to her, a story waiting, words to say, magic happening…..

Wafting through the first barn was the musty scent of sweaty horse hair together with manure from a nearby field of weeds.  Click-Click…sounds of fancy cowboy boots tapping on the pitted cement floor while silver spurs passed right in front of us!   So close we could almost touch them!  Shiny silver with sparkling jewels together with little stars twinkling from them!   On the wall to the left, a long row of black helmets hung from dark brass hooks.  “But, why…,” she asked.  Always a question, forever an answer.  “To keep you safe,” I explained.

“I want to see the horses, Grandpa,” our grand-daughter exclaimed, jumping up and down!  My husband lifted her with both hands, propping her up on his shoulders to get a better view over the fence-line.  Gorgeous, smooth, soft-to-the-touch heads in solids and spots sprung from their lunch breaks to check us out.  Pointed ears in brown, black or tan tapered just so, in curiosity.  Long, wiry hair of swishing tails swinging back and forth.  Sooo pretty!

Thinking it might be time to go, we moved towards the car.  “Where are the ponies,” came tiny words from little, ‘Moppet Head.’  My husband and I held her hands to walk several blocks to the last and final barn.  Home to all of the ponies.  There she hung on the rail, eye-level to ‘horses’ more her size.  She whispered close to their ears, named each and every one and visited their stalls, before blowing imaginary kisses to say, “Good-Bye.”

After all my time in living here, it took the innocence of a child for me to truly see the magic in a place I’ve barely glimpsed before.  How much MORE of life is there to live, if only I could look through the lens of a child?

 

 

16 thoughts on “Through the Lens of a Child

  1. Oh, your post brought back so many memories. My daughter rode Saddlebred horses for about 6 years. She lived at the stables from about age 9-16, mucking stalls, grooming horses and riding. I think all little girls love horses. And, I loved watching her ride in the inside and outside arenas. Wish she’d ride again, but the English stable moved.

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    • So glad you enjoyed it, Patricia, and that I could bring back a few ‘memories’ for you. Yes, I loved to ride as a young girl, too. Hoping my grand-daughter will one day. 🙂 As always, thanks for your visit with me. Blessings.

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  2. so nice – and so true about the beauty through the lens of a child.

    in Florida when it was raining and we all got into the truck – my niece’s daughter started singing “Sun, mr, golden, please shine down in me…” and it was special.

    anyhow, the goodbye kisses you describe are so precious. ❤ ❤

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    • Oh, I love the visual of your niece singing the ‘Sunshine’ song during a rainy day in Florida. How perfect is that??? Thank you for sharing it with me, it will stay in my memory now….probably forever. Blessings to you. 🙂

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  3. Kim, these sentences took my breath away: ” … it took the innocence of a child for me to truly see the magic in a place I’ve barely glimpsed before. How much MORE of life is there to live, if only I could look through the lens of a child?”

    So true and so simple, and only we could look through.

    Beautiful post! 🙂

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  4. I love your blog.. very nice colors & theme. Did you make this website yourself or did you hire someone to do it for you? Plz reply as I’m looking to construct my own blog and would like to find out where u got this from. many thanks

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    • Thank you so very much. I started with one of the many WordPress themes, customizing my site from there to make little changes as my blog evolved. Believe me, I am not technically savvy at all! WordPress has an excellent support staff to work with you, with hundreds of themes to choose from. Good luck to you with years of “Happy Blogging” too! 🙂

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