She is sure she loves horses - the sweet middle child so often overlooked in her quiet comings and goings and unwillingness to rock the boat. And so the forward from a friend caught my eye - a rodeo camp {FREE} - all experiences (or lack thereof) welcome. Those blue eyes lit up, of course, and her courage to face this exciting but foreign experience surprised me. Then we got to the selection process - choosing her activities: goat tying - " maybe ," team roping - " ok ," break-away roping - " what's that ?" (mom's wisdom: " no clue !"), steer riding - " Mom, I want to live !" And no amount of teasing, arguing, or cajoling by the younger brother ("Why else would you go to a rodeo camp?!") could convince her to check that box as even her third possibility. And really, I agreed with her - the new was exciting, but no need to venture into truly unknown and scary territory! As I recounted the story to...
"These days, the closer she looks at her life, the more beauty she sees. There is something worth noticing everywhere."