She moved the reigns slightly, Banjo went right. She moved them again, he went left. She pulled them back. Banjo stopped. She said,"Walk on," and he did. They were practicing walking slalom around traffic cones. A volunteer had her horse on a lead, but Riley was directing it.
Peering through the two way mirror, I suddenly saw a change in her body language. A drop in the shoulders. And then, the smile. A small, slow one, filled with pride. She was controlling this powerful horse.
She had a lot of fear getting on the first time, but she's worked through it.
Mastery. My girl felt a sense of mastery.
After class I asked what her favorite thing about horseback riding was.
She thought about it a few seconds and said, "I just really liked being up there."