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The bond of a mother and daughter is unbreakable. How I wish I could hug my mom today. How I wish I could talk to her and laugh with her and yes even cry with her. She was always there for me and my brother. She was so supportive and encouraging. My mom and I had another special bond between us. A bond so deep that no one could break it. She was my hero in every way. For those that knew my mom, you know she was very special and I believe everyone that met her, loved her. She wasn’t just your typical mom though, she was a horse-show mom. All you horsey people out there know what I’m talking about because horse show moms require a very special set of skills! 

I remember that beautiful day at the Payne County Fair in Stillwater, Oklahoma many years ago. It was one of my first horse shows. I had a beautiful buckskin gelding named Jeffrey Lark. I thought it was kind of funny that my horse had the same name as my brother. What are the odds of that. I’m pretty sure my brother hated that his name was my horses name, but he would ride him none the less and even showed him a few times. I was only 8 years old at the time. I showed English and western. I remember I had this blue western outfit on and that my mom had made my shirt. I had matching blue chaps, blue pants, blue boots and of course my blue western hat! She would fix my hair just right in a perfect bun with about a can of aquanet hair spray then add a perfect blue bow to top it off. I’m sure I looked like a smurf. I remember having so much hairspray on that my hat would get stuck to my head. My mom would also do my makeup and add just a little bit of blush and some lip gloss but she made me feel like a princess. She would shine my boots until they glowed. She always made sure I looked neat and ready for my big show day. 

Not only did my mom make sure I was ready, she made sure the horse was ready too. She would clip him, bathe him, braid or band his mane. She would show-sheen him and put hoof black on his hooves. She made my horse look like a million bucks. I don’t think there is anything that my mom wouldn’t do for us. She always had a brush and comb in her hand along with flyspray and hairspray. She always kept me focused and motivated. She always encouraged me to do my best and even when I didn’t, she was there to wipe the tears. 

So on that beautiful day at the Payne County Fair, I was one of the youngest people showing there. I remember I was entered in all the 13 and under classes and did very well in them. We won blue ribbons and red ribbons. I was so proud of my horse and I know my mom was so proud of me. At this particular show, I remember my trainer entered me in an open class with all the professional trainers. The class was western riding. My horse was really good at this class and all I had to do was guide him through the pattern around the cones  and he just changed leads on his own perfectly in the middle. So on that day, I showed in the open western riding class and I won! I beat all those trainers that were showing. I could hear my mom screaming and waving her hands as they called my name in first place. She came running to me and hugged me and my horse so tightly. She was smiling from ear to ear. I was so happy and felt pretty darn proud of myself. She was proud and a lot of people gathered around to congratulate me, even the ones I beat! I’ll never forget that day. I’ll never forget my mom and how proud she was of her daughter.

Over the years, my mom was at every horse show. She would drive hours and hours just to get us there. We would leave early in the morning and get to bed late at night. We spent countless hours together, planning our weekends. Planning the classes. Sending entry fees in. Cleaning the trailer. Cleaning my tack. She always did it with a smile. She would get up early to feed the horses and clean their stalls while my brother and I got ready for school. When we got home from school, all the barn chores would be done. Sometimes my horse would be saddled and ready to go just so I could practice a little longer. My mom didn’t ride much although she occasionally would hop on and walk my horse around or she would practice some showmanship and show off her skills. She was pretty funny. 

I’m sure most of you have or had a mom like this. A mom so devoted to her kids and what made them happy and encouraged them to pursue their dreams. My dream had always been horses. Even though my brother took another route with his career, she always encouraged him and supported him no matter what. I secretly think he wants to ride horses just as much as I do! 

So today please tell your mom how much you appreciate her and how much she means to you. One day she will be gone but never forgotten. I miss my mom more than words can say but I know she’s happy that I’m fulfilling my dream. Thank you mom for everything. 

Jennifer Hazelwood
Published on 20-08-2019
My name is Jennifer Hazelwood and I’m a crazy horse lover! As most horse lovers know, I’m sure your passion for horses started when you were a little girl or boy. It did for me at the age of 6! One lesson on a BIG palomino gelding named Seabiscuit was all it took for me! I have been riding horses all my life and even competed some when I was “younger”. I recently bought a horse last year after almost 20 years without one and boy let me tell you, it’s been the best year of my life! Well, aside from being with my boyfriend! I hope to share my stories and journey with my boy Chief with you, as we learn together and become bonded as one. I’ve had a few ups and downs with him already, but we are learning together and I wouldn’t trade him