More than anything, Charlie wanted to rope a wooden cow from a horse’s back. Although I agreed to give him riding lessons, I’m thinking that maybe I learned a lot more from him, than he did from me.
At five years old, Charlie didn’t know that he didn’t know how to ride a horse. The thought never occurred to him. It only occurred to the adults in his life. For Charlie, things were simple. He had to ride a horse, in order to rope a cow from a horse’s back. Logical.
During his first lesson, I had him do arm circles, around the world, touch his toes, touch close to the horse’s ears, and close to the horse’s tail.
“Can I rope the cow yet?”
“Not yet, Charlie. I have to make sure you can do a couple more things.”
So, I trotted the mare, and had him do all the previously mentioned exercises. He did these things effortlessly. I had him get into a two point position. Usually, the first time kids ride, they hang on to something. Not Charlie. He did his two point position without holding on to the saddle, the horse, or anything. He held his arms out like he was a soaring bird. No idea he didn’t know how to ride a horse. It never occurred to him.
“Can I rope the cow yet?”
“Charlie, let’s wait until tomorrow. You can carry the rope then.”
He learned his emergency dismounts in a flash. Just like his western heroes in the movies, he knew he would have to jump off quickly and run for that cow. Did it at a walk, did it at a trot – no problem.
Doubt never entered his mind.
The following day, I was letting my horses run around in the indoor arena. Suddenly, the door opened, and the horses made a dash for freedom. I was helpless. There was Charlie, standing right in their path. He was anxious for his lesson. Before I could utter a sound, he thrust his plastic ‘Excaliber’ into the air and let out a roar.
My horses turned tail faster than jack rabbits. I hustled over to the door while my horses snorted and recovered from their fright.
“Hey, Charlie. Come on in so I can close the door a little bit more.” He stepped inside.
“Can I rope the cow today?”
I tried to convey nonchalance while my heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my temples. “Sure. Your mom out in the barn?”
“Yep.”
“Okay,” I said as I shook my head and put my hand on his shoulder. “tell her I’ll be ready in 20 minutes. You can start brushing your horse. Sound good?”
“GREAT!” He flew out the door, leaving it open. I rushed to the door and shut it. Enough excitement for one day. I stood there for a good ten minutes processing my disbelief. I’m sure my horses had some thoughts about it too.
Before the week was out, Charlie was cantering on his 15.1 hand Quarter Horse. He was steering the mare with a hackamore, roping that wooden cow, and roping everything else he thought was worth roping. The horse loved every minute of it. Stood there while he jumped off, and stood quietly next to the fence so he could climb aboard again.
The moral of the story? Charlie pursued his dream, and he pursued it single mindedly. It’s amazing how fast we can learn and perform when we don’t have unsettling thoughts bouncing around in our minds. Horses can mirror anything we project mentally; fear, doubt…and courage.
Charlie’s horse had a clear picture in her mind, because Charlie never faltered. At five years old, he gave her clarity and purpose.
She gave him a much bigger gift. She helped him ‘rope that cow’.







