07/19/2026
I’ve got a student that sings to their pony during lessons, and it made me catch myself in the arena the other night.
With all the expectations we set on our students and horses, with all of the drilling we do to instill good riding and skills, with how we push riders and horses to advance and achieve, here was a duo just genuinely happy to be together in that moment.
This student is new still, to me and to riding. They don’t practice big, fancy things yet. They just got to the point of picking up all four feet without help during grooming. They still need some minor guidance while tacking. They still need to be reminded to tighten their cinch before mounting and their reins before a whoa.
But they love grooming this pony. They take pride in how shiny she becomes. They know her favorite treats, which feed bucket in the barn is hers, which stall her halter hangs on. They know how to give her a bath and scrub all the dirt and salty sweat from her coat.
They sing to her in lessons. Nonsensical stuff, just a kid putting words to a tune.
But she listens.
That pony keeps one ear on them at all times.
She listens. She knows when they’ve had a long day at school and their mind is tired. She walks slower, evening her breathing to match theirs. She knows when they’re trying to impress someone watching along the rail. She walks faster, heeds their leg even better, and they both shine a little brighter in the sun.
Without trying, they’ve become the best example of budding horsemanship I could ever show someone. This child has never once asked about how to win in the arena. Their parents have set no lofty expectations for them beyond my arena.
Instead they’ve set goals of learning to do certain things for that pony. Learning to feed, to bathe, to tack independently. Learning to care for that pony and understand why that pony does what she does. Learning that pony’s habits and friends, likes and dislikes.
I’d argue those are higher standards that a 9 year old set for themselves than most adults I’ve encountered in a long time.
This kid and pony reminded me, without words, just why we do what we do. What we should all be striving for. A true understanding of the horse. True horsemanship, not just good riding.
And really, do any of those ribbons or buckles or rosettes matter if your pony doesn’t listen when you sing?