In the slightly belated spirit of Mother’s Day, Maegan Gossett’s column this week is dedicated to her #1 supporter.
Sunday was Mother’s Day, obviously. But since my column normally comes on Monday, I thought I would take this opportunity to send my own mother a belated ‘thank you.’
I am writing this column to share my story as I work towards my dream of an AQHA World Championship title, but none of that would be possible if it weren’t for my mom. She is the one who recognized this dream of mine, understood how important it was for me, and that I might never have another time in my life when I could pursue it. Selflessly, she offered to help support me while my horse and I lived at home, working towards this goal. The course of my life changed that day we talked on the phone. I know this will be one of the most memorable times of life, and I am so grateful to be at home with true friends and family.
My mom’s support for me wasn’t a recent development. She has been my groom, cheerleader, and personal alarm clock from the very first show up to the very last. Even through all the unjust losses, horrible go’s, injuries, burnouts, temper tantrums, and falls, she has been there for me unfailingly. And I am sure it wasn’t easy. I can admit that I am not the easiest person to support wholeheartedly like she has done. I am neurotic, obsessive, and quick tempered. Through all the nasty glares, backtalk, and disrespect I have shown her over the years, she has stuck by me. For that alone, she deserves more thanks than I can ever give her.
When Elle was sick a few weeks ago, I could call my mom in tears and she understood that when Elle hurts, I hurt. As riders we all know, our love for our horses is inexplicable. Boyfriends, best friends, non-horsey people will never understand why we love these animals like we do, but our moms will always get it.
Mom, I know you are going to read this. Mainly because I email you the link every Monday… and you read it like a good mom. I know I don’t say thank you enough or even treat you the way you deserve 90% of the time, but I swear I am trying harder. I appreciate your love and support. You are my best friend. Not everyone would stand for an hour in the middle of a sand storm, lunging Elle and I while I do two point intervals. I promise next time I won’t even glare at you when you tell me my legs are too far forward even though my eyes are crossing from pain and I have a butt cramp. I love you. Elle told me to tell you Happy Mother’s Day and that we need Willie Muffins. The graham cracker kind.
So next time you hear from me I’ll be coming home from my first weekend at my trainer’s. Elle and I are scared. Elle isn’t looking forward to all the cantering, ’cause God knows moving 17-hands of big-boned, sluggish Quarter Horse ain’t easy. And I’m having nightmares of all the butt cramps I’m going to experience. Until then, send lots of patience and unexpected love towards your mothers, and I’m going to suck it up and say thank you more often.
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