My first mom was born into an equine loving family. Three of her brothers became farriers, and her mom eventually boarded horses and gave riding lessons.
Now that I am an adult and have my own horses, my mom still loves hearing about my riding adventures. As you know, most of our friends and family go into a boredom coma when we prattle on about this show or that lesson. Not my mom, she thinks I'm the world's best rider, despite my efforts to convince her otherwise.
While my mom doesn't live close enough to go to shows, she has made a huge effort to go to several. She also loves to buy me tack and other horse related stuff. She helped me buy one of my endurance saddles, my Stübben bridle, and a host of other ooh, wouldn't that be nice to own items.
When I first met my stepmom (I think I was eight), she still had Misty, so I got to ride her at least once. Misty passed shortly after, so my horse crazy stepmom was horseless. That didn't stop her from helping me though. When I moved in with my dad at age twelve, she used her connections to find me a lovely little Welsh/Morgan cross named Sunshine.
My dad didn't mind the horses, but he wasn't exactly a willing participant either. I know it was my step mom who did a lot of behind the scenes maneuvering to make sure that I got to keep my horses.
Happy Mother's Day to two very wonderful moms. I love you both!