I found out that C's mom is/was an equestrian. I ooh'ed and aww'ed over this fact and then promptly realized that the progeny of equestrians who turn out to be equestrians might not realize how good they've got it.
This isn't a bitch-fest. So I'm not going to mention how my folks stopped being involved with my equestrian pursuits (including shows) once I got my driver's license. I won't mention how my father has met only once the horse I've owned for eight years. My mother? Twice. But she is one of the few that has actually mounted said ponykins.
I will say that my parents paid for lessons for nearly a decade. I can't begrudge them that because it absolutely set the foundation for my future bay thoroughbred gelding obsession and ability to sit a dirty mount. And fox hunting.
So this made me think of the others who help us when our biological family isn't horsie-inclined (does this coincide with my in-laws visiting tomorrow? yes.). You know what, this probably also coincides with the loss of my boss, who most recently said, "Oh, you're getting up at 5:30 in the morning in order to treat the abscess your horse has, clean up, change clothes, and make it on time to work? You know you can come in late if you need to." Okay, maybe fewer words.
So, who helps you?
I've come to rely a lot on my BM to cut the shit. We talk horses and problems and we make jokes.
L and I talk horses every. single. day.
D will listen to horse problems. I'm 99% sure that if I became destitute from vet bills, he would help. And he occasionally remembers to ask how my ride was. Oh! And 1) he helped muck stalls for like three years and 2) I can occasionally sucker him into taking photos.
I still reach out to OR and The Eventer to ask questions and seek advice. Vice versa.
And C, because she wore breeches to a grocery store.
And, finally, I surround myself in horsie blogs. It really helps to read the issues and joys that other people have. To just know that other people like me are out there and I can reach an electronic finger out.