I didn't rodeo growing up......
But I often wondered what it would be like. We didn't have horses growing up, but I fell in love with them anyways. I guess it's born into us. Closest thing I had to a horse was my PawPaws ol' plow mule Mary. I used to ride the sled she would pull to dig up the taters. Eventually I got to ride that old stubborn thing. It was something else. I rode neighbors horses and that mule til one day I finally had the money to buy my own! Then well, kids happened. So trail riding was our gig. Heck it really still is. I still never thought that this would be a part of my life, but I sure am glad that my girl introduced me to this life. It's been an experience for sure, but one I will always cherish.
To all the Rodeo Moms,
Thank you. Thank you for giving these guys a safe place. Thank you for teaching them at a young age what work looks like. And bless their little souls, what heart ache looks like. For teaching them winning isn't everything. That the highest price horse out there is not what this sport is about. Thank you for the long hours and money put in. Thank you for seeing the true value of the sport and keeping it alive for many of generations to come. The world might be changing, but Rodeo will forever stay the same with Moms like us!
To the Rodeo Dads.....
Thank you. Thank you for raising up our Men. Thank you for teaching our boys respect and tenderness. Thank you for working those long hours to afford this sport. Saddling the little ones ponies until they are strong enough to do it on their own. Thank you showing them how to be strong enough to take care of themselves and grabbing a shoulder when needed. How to win humbly. And that loosing means you are learning. Thank you for working that arena and keeping this sport alive. You are doing Gods work.
