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Teens and Greens – Kinda the Same Thing

BY PONYMOMAMMY Since I was a teenager, I’ve always loved bringing along a green horse. There’s something about the process I find especially satisfying. Now that I have a teenage child of my own, I am...

Life Lessons in the Barn: Being a Good Steward for the Voiceless

BY PONYMOMAMMY “The horse does one of two things. He does what he thinks he’s supposed to do, or he does what he thinks he needs to do to survive” -Ray Hunt There are a lot of...

A Pony Mom Says Goodbye to #pigtailsandponies

BY PONYMOMAMMY When my mini-me got her first pony, she was a peanut of a thing. Maybe 40 pounds soaking wet. Her legs barely came past the saddle flap. She let me put her hair in...

Lessons From The Barn that Necessity Built

BY PONYMOMAMMY There is the house that love built, and then, there is the barn that necessity built. I had no aspirations of having a boarding barn. In fact, if memory serves, I recall saying...

Horse People Are Crazy, But I Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way

BY PONYMOMAMMY Let’s be completely honest for a moment. As a group (and yes, I freely acknowledge that includes myself) horse people are pretty crazy. On a daily basis, I look in the mirror, see...

Upping The Mental Game For The Type A Overthinking Adult Amateur

BY PONYMOMAMMY Once upon a time, in a land far far away, I was able to ride and show without fear. Horse shows were a breeze. Somewhere in my 30’s however, my brain did a...

A Barn Owner Responds to the “Ethics of Employment”

BY PONYMOMAMMY I read the article, several times in fact, and I have a few things I’d like to add. Now it is entirely possible I misread the intention behind it, and I am by...

Talk Derby To Me: Overcoming First Derby Doubt with a Yellow Pony

BY PONYMOMAMMY At the risk of aging myself, the concept of the hunter derby was foreign to me when I grew up at the horse shows. Sure, there were classics and shows with a field...

That Time I Had a Temper Tantrum at the Horse Show as a Full...

BY PONYMOMAMMY Winning isn’t everything, but wanting to win is. -Vince Lombardi Here is the truth, I am competitive. Mostly with myself. I like to win. I mean, why else would I be willing to pay...

How to Train the Adult Amateur (and the kid of the Adult Ammy)

BY PONYMOMAMMY The trainer/client dynamic is, well, complicated. To the outsider (for example, my husband), the client is the customer and we all know that the customer is always right. Therefore, the trainer should do...

New Pony Parent Horse Show Guide Part III: Hurry Up and Wait

BY PONYMOMAMMY We’re back with the final installment of the new pony parent horse show guide! Make sure you didn’t miss the vocabulary lesson and prep/clothing guide, but for today we’ll get on to surviving...

New Pony Parent Horse Show Guide Part II: Prep and Attire

BY PONYMOMAMMY So, you’ve got the date on the calendar for the first show. Now what? In my last post, we covered some horse show vocabulary for the newly indoctrinated pony parent. Today, we’ll talk...

New Pony Parent Horse Show Guide Part I: Vocabulary

BY PONYMOMAMMY If your kid is waiting for spring not because the weather is warmer, but because spring means horse shows — Congratulations and welcome to being a horse show parent! A horse show is a...

Growing Up With the Yellow Hony I Didn’t Know I Needed

BY PONYMOMAMMY Four years ago this month, I lost my heart horse. He was my fifteenth birthday present — a 3 year old thoroughbred with an opinion on everything. The first week I rode him,...

The More the Horse Show Changes, The More It Stays the Same

BY PONYMOMAMMY It would be unreasonable for a sport, so deeply entrenched in tradition, to change much over the years. In truth, having grown up riding in the same area where we still live, shows...

Existing in the Bubbles That Are Mom, Amateur Owner and Pony Mom

BY PONYMOMAMMY I’ve owned horses most of my life, but am also a mom, wife, daughter, employee, and pony mom -- all the things, at all the times. The key to staying sane for me...