Rocco

Rocco, the Healer and the Gift

I have seen a quote floating around that says this,

“ I remember the days I prayed for what I have now.”

Little Girl Ashley is still in disbelief of Grown Up Ashley’s reality: two horses. Two gorgeous, Thoroughbred boys. But that wasn’t ever the plan. That dream of owning just one was fleeting and then just like that, God said, “Here you go.”

Y’all (or most) remember my traumatic fall from Paddy on Mother’s Day, only a month after getting him. 2018 seems like so far behind me and yet it’s still like yesterday. After that fall, I did get back on Paddy, and I was persistent as I tried to become a better rider on him, and become a better rider overall. The truth is though, Paddy in the yard he was living in, was getting more and more aggressive and dangerous to the humans in his life. I’ll never forget when he tore off on a tyrant showing his oats, trying to show all of us in the field “who was boss.” His back hooves came inches from the home owner’s head, and that was it for us. He had become such a liability living in that field with a mare, that I knew he had to go. I also knew that I wasn’t improving in my riding with him. Every spook he had, every time I felt his heart rate pound through him while I sat upon his back, I froze in complete fear. I called my trainer one day after a difficult and scary for me ride, and cried so hard. I told her I thought I had to be done…that this was it, I couldn’t do this.

“Hold on, Ashley,” she said so calmly. (She’s always been my calm since the day I got Paddy basically, and I am so grateful for her still today!) “I think we may have another option horse wise for you…” she said.

We made plans, and I went out to go meet a different horse. ANOTHER tall, chestnut gelding, with a white blaze on his face too. He looked SO similar to Paddy. With his current owner and my trainer we tacked him up and I went for a ride—I cantered freely down a huge open field, we went over some small jumps, and it all came back to me—>I DID know how to ride. I DO know how to ride. The owner told me that she simply wanted him to be loved by a sweet family, one who had kids and who would love him and care for him well. He was a gift to me, and it didn’t take much convincing for me to of course say YES.

So what then, with Paddy? What next? Well, he couldn’t stay where he was, that was for sure. He karate kicked my husband’s thigh, he had charged at he and my children, and he had almost killed the homeowner. Maybe not, but the point was, he couldn’t stay where he was. Little did we know it was just living with a female that had changed him SO much from the Paddy I originally met. . . my trainer suggested keeping him at her farm, and we worked out an arrangement with Rocco to be used as a lesson horse in her program. My board therefore, was a little lighter than expected it may be in moving barn locations. I assumed though, that I would find someone to lease Paddy, or that I would need to find him a new home altogether. I didn’t see how I would ever successfully or confidently be able to ride Paddy. I loved him SO much, and on the ground, he was my heart horse. While I thought I would find him a new home, my heart loved him still so deeply.

I got Paddy in April 2018, and said yes to Rocco in October 2018. Within six months of being brand new to horse ownership…I now had TWO horses!

I began to take lessons on Rocco with my trainer. Before no time, we were trotting, cantering , jumping, and galloping through fields. I started showing him, doing some dressage and jumping. I went trail riding with him at Shelby Trails, I rode him reins free, bridle free, bareback, all of the things. My daughter at first, was obsessed. She would come with me whenever she could, but over time, that changed. It’s okay (I guess..ha), that my kids don’t have the horse gene that I do. They don’t love being at the barn when I go, they bicker and fight and truthfully it’s a lot of work for ME to even have them with me. Especially when they’re together. And these days when Reese comes with me, she gets bored quickly. She’ll ask for a phone or to do her iPad, and I’m left wondering, “how in the world are they my children?” That sounds so harsh, but the truth for me is that it does baffle me how they are so different from me. My friend at the barn says, “It’s okay, Ash, they have their own interests that make them who they are” and I KNOW that’s true. But it’s also hard ;) [I don’t ever want to discredit my family—they have been nothing but supportive of me, a horse crazed girl (woman), and I couldn’t do any of what I’ve done with these horses, without THEM.

The last year, I started feeling the weight of the work and time two horses takes. Last summer as I rode Rocco, I vividly remember thinking, “Maybe I’m not supposed to have two horses anymore…” and then so much guilt and shame and negative thoughts flooded in accusingly saying, “How dare you, Ashley! Why would you ever consider not having both??” Once Paddy normalized, aka hormones went back to normal from living in a field with other geldings, he and I started to grow together again. I started spending time in the round pen with him, doing games and playing and laughing. I began to ride him with my trainer, under supervision at first, and then I got to the place where I could ride him independently. I once thought I’d never be able to canter him through a big and open field, and we’ve now done it many times. He has spooked with me on his back. I have felt his heartbeat anxiously thud beneath me in times he was scared, and yet my fear has dissipated.

Because of Rocco.

Rocco was my healer. My confidence booster. My hero, really, in transforming me as an equestrian. And he has been SO loved by so many other than just me at the barn. His lesson kids love him so much; he’s been used in the summer camp program, and he’s has even done horse shows with kids. Any time he goes to horse shows it seems like people everywhere call out, “Is that Rocco?! It’s Rocco! Awwww, Rocco!” He is so known, and everyone knows how incredible and one of a kind he is. He is patient, tender, loving, and SO smart.

Recently the feeling and thoughts came back, “What if I only had one horse…” Time, money, the kids getting older and busier, it has just felt like a stretch. I dialogued with my trainer and I actually have cried quite a bit at that phrase and nagging question. I kept feeling so much guilt and shame for feeling that way…he was a gift to me, and I didn’t want it to EVER come across that I was ungrateful whatsoever for his Saintly Self. With time and discussion, and LOTS of prayer, I began to feel at peace. Largely because there is a VERY sweet family who has dreamt of having Rocco for several years. These two sweet kids have used him during summer camp the past two summers…after talking with the mom (who is also wife to my horses farrier!) I knew they were his next people.

My gift to them.

My chance to pay it forward. To pass him on.

Nothing will change really, except for ownership. Rocco will now be loved by two little kids whose biggest dreams are to be horse kids. And get this…Rocco has the same birthday as the little boy. Rocco turns twenty on April 9 and Duncan will turn thirteen. How cool and ironic is that?

To those who have blessed me on my journey with my horses (there are so many of you), thank you. Thank you for believing in me, in us, and for never making me feel shamed or less than for downsizing to one horse. I told Paddy recently, “Hey, Buddy… you’re my only horse now, can you believe that…?” As we walked through the field the sun was setting, and I thanked God for the peace He has allowed me to feel. And for the love I have received through SO many in my journey with Rocco.

Without Rocco, I wouldn’t still have Paddy. Without Rocco, I wouldn’t have confidence. Without Rocco, I wouldn’t have experience. Without Rocco, I wouldn’t have trust. Without Rocco, I wouldn’t have the freedom I feel when I am atop either horse. Thank you, Rocco…for being who and what you are.

You were a gift. And you are my healer. Thank you for loving me. For loving your future kids and family. WE ALL LOVE YOU.

xx

I Want a Horse... (Oh, Wait!)

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Growing up, all I asked for was a horse.

No one can remember exactly how old I was, but I don’t remember a single year that I didn’t ask for one. I know I was young—probably Pierson young (6 or so?)

Recently I had this overwhelming sense of gratitude when I was leading both of my horses, yes, BOTH, out of their pasture. Many of you follow me on social media and therefore, have followed my journey with each boy. Paddy was gifted to me back in April, and Rocco in September. Paddy and I had a coming to Jesus when I fell off of him on Mother’s Day, and I’m still learning how to ride him fluently, not defensively. (When you get practically a Stage 4 Perineum tear, fear is bound to happen, or so I think anyway? Especially when you never fell off of a horse prior to that…….)

But anyway, back to my feeling of gratitude. I managed to halter both boys in their 13 acre pasture, and without letting the other geldings escape through the gate, I walked right in the middle of them as we made our way to the barn. You BOTH are MINE, I thought.

I actually had a lot of people unfollow me on Instagram when I started to post all my horse ‘stories.’ The bigwig influencers tell you that you shouldn’t stress when people unfollow you, because that means they aren’t ‘your people.’ They aren’t part of ‘your tribe,’ and they aren’t passionate about what you are passionate about. Okay, I get that—really, I do! If you don’t really like horses, and you’re sick of clicking past them in my social media posts, it’s super simple to click unfollow. But what it started to feel like was that a lot of women were having a hard time with the fact that I wasn’t passionate about “only” being Mom. I was no longer posting majority kid stories/photos/etc.

I don’t mean that offensively, or… I hope it doesn’t come across that way. I LOVE being Mom. I love my beautiful, feisty baby girl and my athletic and smart son. But the truth is, I didn’t dream about being their mom. I had no idea growing up, all those Christmases that I asked for a horse, that God actually had it in His plan to gift me what He would: two strong, healthy children AND two horses.

How does that happen?

Anyway, throughout the beginning stage of horse ownership, as my numbers on Instagram began to drop, I wondered, “Aren’t moms allowed to dream? Or to have a burning passion outside of their children?” You all know the answer to that question, I know.

YES. Women are allowed to dream, and women should be empowered to pursue their dreams. Who cares if it happens when they are thirty years old, not six? Women should empower OTHER women, period. Right? Here is where I want to add that while my social media began to change quite a bit, I started to come in contact with some new and very incredible women; ones I probably never would have met if I hadn’t started this horse journey. So many direct messaged me on Instagram after my accident, asking if I was okay, offering advice or just to be a listening ear. And through all of my fears and insecurities and anxieties of whether or not Paddy was really destined to be mine, I felt normal. I felt okay. And I felt so grateful!

It has been eight months. Eight sweet, strenuous, anxiety ridden, exhilarating, overwhelming, and joyous filled months. Paddy has since been moved to my trainer’s farm, where he almost immediately calmed down and went back to his ‘normal self.’ (You don’t know what you don’t know will ALWAYS be my motto. How could we have known how significantly environment affects him as a horse? You live and learn, right?) I am so thankful for the time we had when he was just a mile down the road. A couple days before he was trailered away, he was dealing with an extreme abscess creating almost total lameness. I drove over, parked my car, and sat in his stall right beside him as he munched on his hay. I then proceeded to sob my eyes out, apologizing to him that he was moving and I wouldn’t be so nearby anymore. I told him I felt like a failure and I just didn’t know what the future looked like for us anymore. When I stood up to hug him, he wrapped his entire head and neck around my body.

Rocco was introduced to us in September, a week before my daughter’s birthday, how cute is that? I’ll never forget when my trainer told me about him and she said, “He’s Chestnut too…he looks a lot like Paddy.” I felt so hesitant because of that; that was when I was pretty convinced Paddy would need to leave our family permanently and I wasn’t sure I could love another Thoroughbred Chestnut. Then I met him, looked in his eyes, and I said, “Okay! I think he is supposed to be ours.” I’ve so far had three months of loving Rocco and y’all, he is my healer. Legit, Y’all…he does anything asked of him, including being ridden on 25-degree December days, and he has been nothing but patient with me. We even recently won two blue ribbons together at my first show of over twenty years!!! Because of him, I have regained so much confidence and was able to ride Paddy successfully several times since he’s been at the new farm! Oh, and Paddy and Rocco are obsessed with one another. Within MINUTES of Paddy being delivered and being set out to his new pasture, he and Rocco were inseparable.

Sometimes I still can’t believe it. This is my reality. Two. Two giant Thoroughbred boys.

(Good Lord, guys…my husband is going to kill me.)

I have zero clue what the future holds, as usual, but I wanted you to know about this season of gratitude that I am in. There are unknowns, unpredictable worries that come from owning said two horses, and it’s a lot of work. (Ask said husband who may or may not kill me.)

This year for Christmas though, I don’t need to ask for a horse. I don’t need to ask for a saddle (because yes, I eventually used to ask for a saddle in place of a horse, because I thought that may temporarily fill the void I felt. I even got MYSELF a broken and falling apart English saddle from a Goodwill when I was in my late 20’s!!) I have TWO horses. I have two wonderful, incredibly bright and thriving children. And I have a husband who has chosen me for over ten years, even and especially during this new horsemanship journey. (Thank you for not killing me, Frank. I love you more than you know!)

I’m curious, friends…what are things that you used to dream about when you were a child? Did that dream shift? Did it stay the same? Did it come true?

And what today are you feeling grateful for?