The Perfect Valentine
Published by GHC • Feb 21st, 2009 • Category: Gift Horse, Junior Blogger Archivesby Rachel Danielle, age 14
Now that Valentine’s day is over and gone I’m going to tell you girls a secret: I HATE Valentine’s day.
You want to know why? Well, it’s nothing but a time of embarrassment for me. I NEVER get valentines and normally I wouldn’t care at all. But I keep getting asked: “So, do you have a secret valentine? Did you have a secret admirer this year? Get any valentine’s day cards?”
And as I get older it seems to get worse. All I can do is blush and tell the truth. “No.” I stammer.
This year was painful, especially as I have no horse to bear it with. Back when my horse Lightning was alive, something happened that made it all better.
I was wondering why. Why didn’t I ever have admirers? Why wasn’t I like the other girls? Why did I even care? So I told myself I didn’t care… but I did.
I walked to Lightning’s barn wondering if it was because I wasn’t pretty or if I wasn’t funny or if it was just because I was different. I had always known I was different.
But Lightning didn’t seem to care. He walked right out of his barn and gave me a horsey kiss with his soft muzzle. He loved me for who I was.
What’s the point in trying to make yourself desirable for someone by changing yourself?
We horse people have amazing friends. When others leave you out, when your friend doesn’t invite you to hang out with her other friends because you aren’t cool enough, when boys don’t treat you right because you aren’t the popular giddy ‘barbie doll’ type…
There’s someone who will be ever loyal. Someone who doesn’t care if you’re not popular or cool or pretty. That ‘someone’ is your four-legged friend. Who needs valentines when there are horses?
I remember throwing my arms around Lightning’s neck and taking in his warm horsey scent. That Valentine’s day was one of the best- and I didn’t even get a single card.
We horse girls may not have popularity… But we have the perfect valentines.
Great blog!
Aww that is a champion picture. A star shaped like a heart on the foals head. Sweet. The horses will always be there when other people arn’t.
Rachel Danielle: It’s great that you had a horse to hold onto when you were feeling down.
I don’t know if it’s just me but I hate being admired by boys just because I’m *pretty*. In fact I nearly punched one kid. My friends thought that was funny and later I laughed about it with them,but at the time I was sooo angry!I don’t know, I just felt so disgusted…>:(
But I know that my horses love me, not because of my face, but because of who I am.
And your so right, never change to make someone like you(or in some cases *not* like) because your beautiful the way you are, inside and out!!!!
You’re absolutely right, just because we’re not crazy over shopping, fashion and what-not doesn’t mean we can’t have perfect valentines (which I thought was impossible, until I read your blog and discovered every word was true). You’re an amazing blogger and write very beautifully! I hope you’ll continue writing :)
I don’t care about valentines. I understand you caring but I am homeschooled so there is no one to rub it in my face. and anyway I still don’t like boys. They all seem like pig-heads. that foal is so cute!
thanks for the awsome blog! It may not apply to me but reading things like these always helps my faith in horses and their ability to make you feel better grow!
Ya, I get waaaaaaay too many valentines. But it is true, no valentine will be the same as the burst of love and joy my horse gives me each time I go to see him and her
I loved that! ye sometimes i do get jealous when all the guys seem not to care about me but i know my horses love me -for me-
Thank you for the awsome blog!
You have one to?huh.i feel as if im the only here who has no horse. :-(
I don’t care about valentines either normally. And I’m homeschooled too Violet Inkpen, but I had friends who weren’t. Oh, and no, I don’t have a horse jadethecatwarrior. My horse died.
Wow. This blog hit the spot. I’d always wondered stuff along the lines of what you were thinking. I feel you pain. Thank you for writing this.=]
it helped me to understand a few things.