Back in the Saddle

Anybody who knows me knows that I love horses.

I grew up riding – I was a total “barn rat” as a child, spending every available waking moment at the barn.  When my parents couldn’t afford riding lessons, I worked out an arrangement with my coach:  I cleaned stalls, painted fences, raked leaves,  picked rocks in the outdoor arena – whatever it took!  When I was fourteen I started helping with beginner lessons, when I was seventeen I started teaching by myself, and when I was twenty-one I moved to Alberta to attend the Equine Science program at Olds College.  I wanted to live and breathe horses – and for awhile, that’s exactly what I did.

Then real life happened.

My $10/hour stable hand job didn’t cut it when it came to paying off my student loan so I quit in favour of a job that paid better, with more regular hours.  I spent my days in the office and my evenings and weekends at the barn, taking lessons and auditing clinics.

In September 0f 2009 I found out I was pregnant, and two months later my doctor told me to stop riding.  Nathan took lessons so I was still at the barn at least three times a week – but life wasn’t the same.  Being grounded was hard.  Riding was something I had always loved and something I had always done, but I took my role as a new mother seriously.  I wanted to do everything I could to protect my unborn son so I behaved myself and waited (albeit impatiently!) for the okay to ride again.

Topher was born in May and after a lot of complications with his delivery, I had to wait to start riding again until the first week of September.  My horse was injured in a bizarre pasture accident on September 8th – and on the 9th I made the hardest decision of my life when it was time to have her put down.  I leased one of my coach’s old school horses for awhile, shopped around for a new horse for awhile – and then I just … gave up.  My heart wasn’t in it anymore.  I was struggling with the loss of my horse  as well as adjusting to life as a mother.  I wasn’t sure if I was going back to work when my  maternity leave ended – and if I didn’t, there wouldn’t be any room in the budget for a horse.   I loved horses and I loved riding – but I decided it was time to take a break.  It was time to focus on my family.

* * * *

That was four years ago.

A lot has changed since then:  Nathan and I were able to scrimp and save and pay off approximately $30 000 in debt (student loan, car).  We added another little one to our family.  I quit my cushy office job in favour of working from home.

I love my life, but I’ve always felt like something was missing.

Like a part of me was missing.

Last summer Kim offered me a horse.  A sweet, beautiful thoroughbred filly – but I said no, because the timing wasn’t right.

In September, I had the opportunity to have another horse – this time a paint filly – but again I said no, because the timing wasn’t right.

But then I started to ask myself (and my poor, patient husband!) – when will the timing be right?  When the kids are older?  When they’re both in school?  When we have a house?  When we have a second car?

The timing will never be right.

* * * *

On October 10th I had my first riding lesson in three years and ten months.  It’s the longest period of time I’ve been out of the saddle since I was seven years old – and believe me, I felt it!  Walking was painful until Wednesday after only twenty minutes of walk/trot work and transitions.

But I felt like me again, for the first time in a long time.

For the time being, I’m taking lessons once a week, though there’s the possibility it could turn into more since the owner of the horse I’m riding wants someone to ride him a few times a week over the winter.

It’s going to be hard.  I’m the most out of shape I have ever been in my entire life (!!) – and  it’s already proving difficult to juggle my crazy schedule with my coach’s.

It’s hard to leave Topher and Ellie at home with Nathan when I know they all want to come with me, and it’s hard to have them at the barn because they’re city kids who are not remotely horse savvy and I’m worried they’re going to get killed.

And it’s expensive.  We’re still trying to save for a down payment on a house, and at times I feel guilty for spending money on something as frivolous as riding lessons.

But horses aren’t a hobby, they’re a lifestyle – and one that I don’t feel I can give up.

So I’m taking a tip from my fifteen-year-old self:  I’m going to do whatever it takes.  


* Photo by Right Lead Photography

Autumn To-Do List

* Bake something every week (The beginnings of my list include pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, apple pie, pecan pie, and chocolate chip cookie pie!)

* Carve a jack o’lantern

* Visit the corn maze

* Go to the museum

* Teach Chloe a new trick

* Explore new indoor playgrounds

* Spend a day at the water park

* Jump in a pile of leaves

* Take family photos

* Go to the Telus World of Science

* Learn how to do Ellie’s hair three different ways

* Learn how to do my hair three different ways (straight and in a ponytail don’t count!)

* Find time to ride at least once/week (I rode last Friday and today is the first day I haven’t been in agony.  I’m so out of shape!)

* Complete the 30 Day Shred (even if it’s just Level 1 for 30 days!)

* Take Topher mini-golfing

* Wash the windows

* Come up with a better routine for our mornings

* Learn how to make something with eggs that the kids will eat (feel free to send suggestions!)

* Write (for myself) more often.

What’s on your autumn to-do list?  

Sand in His Shoes

His face was red, his nose was running, and tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“But Mommy,” he sobbed.  “I need you to help me!”

“No you don’t, bud,” I said, in what I hoped was a calm but firm voice.   “You can do it yourself.”

“No I can’t!” he wailed, slumping to the kitchen floor.

“That’s enough!” I snapped.

He didn’t agree.

The tantrum had started approximately 23 minutes earlier, when I asked Topher to take off his shoes  and wash his hands after coming home from the playground.  He’s four years old:  He takes off his own shoes and washes his own hands multiple times every day.  I saw absolutely no reason for his anguish.

I sighed, trying to ignore the howling so I could concentrate on what needed to be done for dinner.  Cooking creates stress for me on a normal day, never mind when there’s a screaming child at my feet!

Finally – when I could take it no more – I crouched down to his level.  “You know, buddy, there are more comfortable places to sit.”

“Like where?” he sniffled.

“Like your bed.  My bed.  The couch.  Why don’t you go and sit on one of those?”

“Okay,” he agreed – and scampered away, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as if nothing at all had happened.

I, however, remained frazzled for the rest of the evening.  I had done the right thing, hadn’t I?  I had done what the parenting books said!  I was calm, I was firm, I stuck to my guns.

Later – much later, after the dishes were done, the laundry was folded, the kids were in bed, and Nathan and I were relaxing on the couch – I learned that my husband had had a talk with Topher.

“Do you know why he was so upset?” he asked.

“Because I wouldn’t help him take his shoes off,” I said, still angered by the whole incident.  “He knows how to take his own shoes off!”

“He wanted you to help him,” Nathan said.

“I know,” I replied.  “But he can take his shoes off.”

“He can,” Nathan said slowly.  “But he had sand in his shoes and he didn’t want to get it all over the floor.”


I had been congratulating myself for handling the whole ordeal “properly” when all along, my son had a completely valid reason for wanting my help.

It was a lesson in patience, a lesson in communication, and a lesson in grace.

I’m not Supermom.  I don’t always get it right.  No matter what the parenting books say, sometimes I make mistakes.  I mess up, I snap at my kids, and at least once a day I find myself asking for their forgiveness.

Topher shrugs it off in the same way  he dismisses his tantrums.  “I love you, Mommy!” he says every night before bed.  Little Ellie just opens her arms for a hug.

I’m thankful that they are both so full of grace!

Wrestling With a Dream

I woke up in a cold sweat last night.

I dreamt that I had sent an e-mail to the entire congregation of our church – and had included a link to my blog in my signature.

It took a few minutes for the panic to subside.

It’s okay … It was just a dream … It didn’t really happen …. 


But I still couldn’t fall asleep.

Why the panic?

* * * * *

I’ve been blogging since before blogging was a “thing”.  Back then we called it a “weblog” and you typed your entries in your index.html file and uploaded it manually every single time you wanted to update.

I blogged to have a voice.  I was a quiet kid growing up in a small town.  Everybody knew who I was and there were certain expectations that came with my last name.   I don’t know that I had anything to say, really, apart from the usual teenage angst and stories about boys I was too afraid to talk to – but writing was therapeutic.  It helped me figure out who I was and who I wanted to be.

Then, when I was in university, my sisters stumbled upon my blog.

Again, it was before blogging was really a “thing” – before everybody and their dog had a blog – and of course my sisters thought I was crazy to share so much of my life on the internet.  My oldest sister was paranoid and my middle sister was downright mean.  She actually called me “Holly.Com” for awhile (and by awhile, I mean more than two years!)

I didn’t have my own computer when I moved out west and I didn’t have much money so I let the domain and hosting lapse.

I was tired of being Holly.Com …

But I missed blogging more.

So I bought back my domain and started writing in this space again.

* * * * *

Writing has always been an intensely personal thing for me, which is odd given the fact that I’m a blogger.  I have no issue sharing my deepest thoughts with strangers but I shudder at the thought of someone I know stumbling across my little corner of the internet.

And I have no idea why.

I have a handful of offline friends who read my blog.  Granted, it’s an Ellie-sized handful, but still.  They’ve been nothing but kind, nothing but supportive – but I’m still afraid.

I think it’s because I’m more open in this space than I am in real life.

I share what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling, what I’m learning.

And there’s no time for that in real life.

* * * * *

I want to be brave with my writing.

I want to be open, I want to be honest, and I want to be vulnerable.  I want to encourage and inspire others …

But most of all I just want to be brave.

Oh Your Gosh

This past week has been less than spectacular.

Both kids have been sick so I’ve spent the majority of my time wiping noses, running baths, administering Tylenol and snuggling muchkins on the couch.  We’ve watched Frozen and Cars, read countless books, and played sleepover in the big bed.

It’s The Cold That Would Never End.

Ellie is finally starting to feel better but Topher is feverish again, and Nathan took yesterday off work because now he is sick.  I’ve managed to escape illness apart from a sore throat, but moms don’t get sick days anyway, so I won’t complain.

Weeks like this, it’s easy to get tired.  It’s easy to feel frustrated and grumpy and overwhelmed by my needy little dictators.   It’s easy to dismiss the entire week as a write-off:  Everyone was sick, I didn’t get anything done, my house is a mess, I’m up against the deadline for an important writing project that I have no idea when I’ll be able to finish –

But instead of being stressed (which is SO the norm for me!) I’m trying something different.  I’m looking back at the past week and picking out some of my favourite moments to remember.

  • Ellie hates to be alone when she’s not feeling well.  She wants all snuggles, all the time – to the extent that she will wrap her arm around mine and hold on so tightly that there is absolutely no way I can put her down.  When the going gets tough – hold on tighter.  
  • Topher started skating lessons last Saturday.  He was so proud of himself after his first lesson – not because he did anything particularly amazing, but because he went with his class all by himself.  (We’ve been having issues with drop off at Sunday School and preschool …)  We bought him a cookie at Cookies By George as a reward for being brave, and now he expects a treat of some sort whenever he does something good.  He had two good days at preschool this week – and requested ice cream sundaes at the end of both.  It’s a good thing he’s so active!  “I was SO good, Mommy!” he told me when I picked him up on Thursday.  “My teacher didn’t say I was good, but I was!”
  • We celebrated Ellie’s half birthday with a half cake.  She was sick so barely ate any, but she seemed to enjoy what she did have.
  • Topher has started saying “OHMYGOSH!”  Ellie had a runny nose and Topher was watching as Nathan wiped all the yucky off.  “Oh my gosh!”  he exclaimed.  Then Nathan pulled Ellie’s soother out.  “Oh YOUR gosh too!”
  • And one more laugh:  Topher was watching Cars and less than halfway through asked me to put Frozen in instead.  “Mommy, do you know why I like Frozen so much?”  “No, why?”  “Because there’s more girls than cars.”
  • We let Chloe sleep on our bed for a few nights earlier this week.  One night she had an accident on our bed, scared herself, ran into the wall, and fell off the bed.  It was 2:30 in the morning, Nathan and I were exhausted – but we had a good laugh as we changed the sheets.  I’ve never seen a dog look so embarrassed!  Needless to say, now she sleeps in her kennel.
  • And Ellie came up with a new use for all of the empty Kleenex boxes lying around the house:

Ellie’s new shoes


The past week wasn’t a write-off:  I spent time with my family.  Our house isn’t messy, it’s lived in.   And writing will happen when writing happens, as it always does.   You can’t rush brilliance anyway, right?  That’s what I’m going to keep telling myself …

Link Roundup

Here are some of my favourite posts from the past month or so:

The quote Lesley shared in her post, You, You Work, stopped me in my tracks.  “When something you make doesn’t work, it didn’t work, not you. You, you work. You keep trying.” – Zach Klein

I love just about everything Ashlee writes, but a recent favourite? On Making Room.  I still haven’t gotten around to decorating Ellie’s half of the kids’ room …

I really relate to Kerri’s post, Gold Stars in Motherhood.  Some days I want to make myself a sticker chart and post it on the refrigerator!

Hilary shared A Story About Learning.  We don’t need to be afraid to re-learn.

Shauna Niequist is working on a new book:  Present Over Perfect – I can’t wait to read it!  “This is life, this is family, this is the great beautiful brave spectacular adventure that is plain old everyday life, and it promises to remind you over and over that perfect is a myth, and that perfect breaks our backs and breaks our hearts.”

Kathleen shared her struggle with Contentment – something I constantly find myself dealing with.  How do you fight for contentment?

I’m a big fan of Coffee + Crumbs, and I loved Clare’s post, Toast In Her Hair.  Nathan’s mom loves to tell me how easy Nathan was as a child so I feel  like a complete failure whenever I have a difficult day with Topher.   I’m not perfect, but I’m learning to cope.  And I’m looking forward.

What are some of your favourite posts of late?  Suggest something for me to read when the kids are asleep! 


Tonight  Nathan and I watched Frozen with the kids.   It was the perfect ending to a chaotic day.  Topher was snuggled in on my left, Ellie on my right, each with their pile of blankets and babies.  As I pulled them both closer, I found myself thinking that if my world was frozen in any one season, whether for a few days or a few months or even longer – I would want it to be this one.

This season of life.

In the days before Topher heads off to school for the first time.   When he’s still a little boy who bravely climbs to the top of the jungle gym, yet still reaches for my hand when we start the walk home.  He loves to hug and refuses to go to bed until I’ve squeezed him as tightly as I can possibly squeeze him.  He has an adventurous spirit and can be convinced to go on any errand as long as I tell him it’s a mission.  “What’s our adventure today, Mommy?” he asks when he wakes up.  He loves to run, he loves to play, and he thinks the fact that his feet smell horrible is just about the greatest thing ever.  “Smell my feet, Ellie!” he tells his sister, and then falls over laughing when she actually does.

In the days when Topher boldly shares his faith with his friends while jumping in a bouncy castle at a birthday party.  “Do you want to hear the story of Jesus?” He asked between jumps.  I hope and pray differently but I’ve worked with youth enough to know that there may come a day in the not too distant future when the story of Jesus just doesn’t seem “cool” enough.

And in the days when Topher is still innocent.  We spent the afternoon at a memorial service for one of our youth.  Topher knew that somebody Nathan and I loved had died but we deflected his questions when he asked how.  Someday all too soon his eyes will be opened to the fact that sometimes people kill other people – but for now, Topher can fall asleep knowing that he’s safe.   He knows nothing about a twenty-year-old murder suspect awaiting his first court appearance on Thursday.

I’ve always loved September.  The crispness, the newness.  The excuse to purge my house, organize my schedule, and purchase school supplies.   

But this year I’m fighting it.

I don’t want life to change.  I don’t want Topher to change.

I’m not ready for my little man to grow up.

Summer Photo Dump

Yesterday’s post was pretty heavy, so I figured it was time for something lighter:  a photo dump!  Here are some of my favourite pictures from this summer.  Enjoy!


RAWR! Topher the dinosaur!


Ellie and the dandelions


Topher learning to ride his big boy bike


It was the summer of smoothies …


The kids on Canada Day


Ellie and her cucumber


Good times in Calgary


This is always how I find the kids after my shower …


Ellie is made of awesome!


First rollerblades


Ellie loves the indoor playground!


I signed him up for skating lessons. He thought he was drafted by the Oilers.

Date Night


It was Tuesday.

Date night.

Earlier in the day I had been looking forward to it, but now?

Now I was tired.

Both kids had been up multiple times the night before and neither had napped during the day.  I was scrambling to bath the kids, tidy the house, and make dinner before my mother-in-law arrived to babysit.

Six years ago I would have spent hours getting ready – picking out a new outfit, doing my hair and make-up, painting my nails – but now I budget approximately fifteen minutes for self-beautification.

I glanced at my watch.  Nathan was due home any minute, so it was probably time to start getting ready.  I parked the kids in front of the TV with some cheerios and disappeared into my room.  The dinner theatre was “business casual”.  I knew what I wanted to wear, the question was whether or not it would fit.

Or whether or not it was clean.

It wasn’t.

It had been almost two years since I had worn that particular outfit, back in my pre-Ellie days, and it was covered in more dust than a quick spot clean could get rid of.  I sighed.  Now what?    I finally settled on a skirt and top and plugged in my flat iron to do my hair.  I heard wailing from the living room.

“TOPHER!  What did you do to Ellie?”

“Nothing, Mommy!” was his response.

“Then why is she crying?”

“Oh. Well.  I accidentally punched her in the head.”

Accidentally is Topher’s new favourite word.  I don’t think he quite understands what it means …

I snuggled Ellie for a few minutes until she was calm and I was  reasonably sure she didn’t have a concussion, then let her empty the bathroom cabinet while I finished my hair and make-up.

Nathan arrived home.  “DADDY!  DADDY!” the kids yelled, racing to the front door for hugs and wrestling and tickles.

I stirred dinner, which I had completely forgotten about while I was getting ready, and which was by then completely stuck to the bottom of the pan.


The doorbell rang.  “GRANDMA’S HERE!”  I scurried around, grabbing whatever random out of place items I could find and throwing them in our room, which has essentially become a storage room for anything that doesn’t really have another home.  We keep the door closed whenever we have company so people think we’re super tidy even though we’re really not.

We said our goodbyes to two sobbing kids (Seriously.  We need to get out more!)  – and we were off.

We had an hour before the theatre opened and we could pick up our tickets, so we sat in the lobby and talked.

About the kids.

Once we were inside, we found our table, then filled our plates at the buffet.

I filled mine with things that would be easy to share with the kids before I remembered that I didn’t have to.  I didn’t have to take spaghetti and meatballs or chicken fingers and fries – but I took those things anyway.

Nathan took extra cookies to bring home to Topher.

While we ate, we talked.

We laughed about the  lame jokes we were sure Topher was telling Grandma.  “What kind of socks does a bear wear?”  “I don’t know, what kind?”  “A bear doesn’t wear socks, silly!  He has BEAR FEET!”

A former co-worker of Nathan’s passed our table and stopped to chat.  Nathan pulled out his iPhone to show him pictures of (what else?) the kids.

The lights dimmed and the show started.  We both enjoyed it, but when the lights went up for intermission we both checked the time:  Nine o’ clock.  Bedtime.

We’re old.

We debated whether or not to stay for the rest of the show.

“It’s date night!” Nathan finally declared.  “I’m on a hot date with my wife and we’re going to stay for the whole thing!”

So we filled our plates with more dessert to sustain us through the rest of the show, making sure to take extra for the kids.

The evening ended at eleven o’clock.  We both crawled into bed, exhausted.

“That was a good date,” Nathan mumbled, drifting off to sleep.

“Mmmhmm,” I agreed, snuggling under the warm covers.

Then I heard the door open.


I’m sure I groaned then, but looking back, it was the perfect ending to a perfect date night.

Life looks a little different now that we have kids, marriage looks a little different now that we have kids, and date night looks a little different now that we have kids – but I wouldn’t change any of it.

Well, except maybe the spaghetti and chicken fingers.  That herb crusted prime rib looked awfully good …