Wishful thinking

Posted by Chuck on October 24, 2008 at 11:15 pm.

A couple of times a week my wife will pick up the thirteen year old for horseback riding lessons. We don’t have a good place to ride on our property so we board her horse at a family members house closer to where she lives. This makes it much more convenient for her to spend all the time she would like with her horse without feeling like she has to get us involved every time.

Fall crept into Michigan several weeks ago and these treks to watch big Sis ride are beginning to take their toll on the little kids. It turns out they aren’t too crazy about sitting outside in the weather for a couple of hours watching someone else have all the fun. Of course my wife always brings things for them to do which is really great for a good 20 minutes. The remaining 100 minutes are up for grabs.

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On a recent trip my wife attempted to entertain the girls while big Sis was riding. They set off on a bit of a nature walk, cruising along the edge of the wooded property and eventually made it back around to a small pond. The four year old spied what may have been the last dandelion and quickly plucked it. Raising the dandelion to her lips she blew and the seeds floated away. My wife asked what she wished for and the four year old replied, “I wished we weren’t here”.

I guess we should feel good that she doesn’t hide her feelings.

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