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Sylvia Walsh and MCF Aristocrat
in the Chenery Youngsters Cup

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It was different going from an assistant Trainer at a bigger stable in Wellington FL to a full time trainer and assisted competitor for a barn located in California. And it was one thing doing it entirely on your own as a single mother with a nine year old daughter at the age of twenty five. There are a million and one things that went through Sylvia’s head when she made the move just like there were now as she sat outside the stalls in which were reserved for the horse she had honor of competing this weekend. She never would have thought that some rich white woman would be willing to bring her and her daughter into their barn given their status. It was like a weird dream where she knew she couldn't control the outcome and it for once wasn't actually going to shit. She would have thought her luck would have left her to be pumping gas for a family more fortunate than herself on their way to some big camping trip.
She smiled when she noticed her daughter approaching after having gone down the aisle to the bathroom, and now returning with a lemonade she had given her a few crinkled dollars to use.
“Do I get a sip?” Sylvia called, smiling when she looked at her daughter and sitting up a bit in her chair as she set a bridle she was cleaning aside. Harper grinned and shook her head, but when Sylvia quickly swooped in and grabbed her daughter, pulling her onto her lap the child laughed, especially when her mother started to tickle her sides and then quickly grabbed the drink and took a great big sip before handing it back as Harper slipped down off her lap, going to Aristocrat’s stall.
“When do you ride?” Harper asked, stroking Aristo’s face as he stuck his head over the door and peered down curiously at the smaller human. He honestly was smitten to the child, just as most horses at Moose Creek were. They all seemed to have a soft spot for the child like any human with a heart would for puppies.
“In a few hours. Want to go for a walk? You can get your suit on and we can go to the beach until then?” Sylvia offered, and of course the girl grinned and got up, pulling her mother to her feet after having grabbed her backpack that contained her swimsuit, a towel, change of clothes, her tablet and some snacks she had gotten from the gas station.

After having gotten both soaked and so much sand stuck in each other’s hair, the pair got cleaned and Sylvia got herself into her show clothes with the help of her daughter who made sure her shirt was tucked in just right and that her mother wore a belt that Harper had saved an entire summer for to give her mother on her birthday. It was a beautiful leather with a golden buckle and plates with some horse names on them, all of the horses being ones Sylvia had been extremely close to at one point or another. They went to the barn and pulled Aristo out of his stall, tying him off, and spent the rest of the time saddling and brushing his shavings off his legs. They walked to the warmup, and Sylvia mounted while Harper stood at the fence, watching her mother as she played on Sylvia’s phone, either recording or taking some blurry and silly pictures of them. When warmup was finished, they went to where the jumps were set up and waited for a few others to go with their young horses.
“Make sure you stay at the entrance, alright? Right next to the ring steward. I want to see you there after the round. You got it?” Sylvia spoke, her voice a bit stern as she looked down at her younger daughter. It was always points like this that Sylvia felt like a bad parent. When her daughter was left alone at the gate because she didn’t know anyone well enough at these shows to trust them with the safety and responsibility of making sure her daughter didn't wander off or get kidnapped. The idea of that made her anxiety skyrocket. If something ever happened to her daughter she couldn’t live with herself. Her daughter just meant too much.
“Yes. I know mom. I will get a video for you. That way we can show Mrs. Belle.” The girl smiled at that, she liked the idea of making Belle happy. Sylvia nodded, and smiled a bit, reaching down and playfully ruffling her daughter’s hair who started to swat her hand away with a giggle.
When it came to the time that they would part, Sylvia gave her daughter one last look, reminding her to stay put, and entered the arena, the excited stallion under her starting to prace as Sylvia looked the course over and then let him break forward into a steady canter.
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Description

Sylvia Walsh and MCF Aristocrat
in the Chenery Youngsters Cup

This storyline starts here
Next

It was different going from an assistant Trainer at a bigger stable in Wellington FL to a full time trainer and assisted competitor for a barn located in California. And it was one thing doing it entirely on your own as a single mother with a nine year old daughter at the age of twenty five. There are a million and one things that went through Sylvia’s head when she made the move just like there were now as she sat outside the stalls in which were reserved for the horse she had honor of competing this weekend. She never would have thought that some rich white woman would be willing to bring her and her daughter into their barn given their status. It was like a weird dream where she knew she couldn't control the outcome and it for once wasn't actually going to shit. She would have thought her luck would have left her to be pumping gas for a family more fortunate than herself on their way to some big camping trip.
She smiled when she noticed her daughter approaching after having gone down the aisle to the bathroom, and now returning with a lemonade she had given her a few crinkled dollars to use.
“Do I get a sip?” Sylvia called, smiling when she looked at her daughter and sitting up a bit in her chair as she set a bridle she was cleaning aside. Harper grinned and shook her head, but when Sylvia quickly swooped in and grabbed her daughter, pulling her onto her lap the child laughed, especially when her mother started to tickle her sides and then quickly grabbed the drink and took a great big sip before handing it back as Harper slipped down off her lap, going to Aristocrat’s stall.
“When do you ride?” Harper asked, stroking Aristo’s face as he stuck his head over the door and peered down curiously at the smaller human. He honestly was smitten to the child, just as most horses at Moose Creek were. They all seemed to have a soft spot for the child like any human with a heart would for puppies.
“In a few hours. Want to go for a walk? You can get your suit on and we can go to the beach until then?” Sylvia offered, and of course the girl grinned and got up, pulling her mother to her feet after having grabbed her backpack that contained her swimsuit, a towel, change of clothes, her tablet and some snacks she had gotten from the gas station.

After having gotten both soaked and so much sand stuck in each other’s hair, the pair got cleaned and Sylvia got herself into her show clothes with the help of her daughter who made sure her shirt was tucked in just right and that her mother wore a belt that Harper had saved an entire summer for to give her mother on her birthday. It was a beautiful leather with a golden buckle and plates with some horse names on them, all of the horses being ones Sylvia had been extremely close to at one point or another. They went to the barn and pulled Aristo out of his stall, tying him off, and spent the rest of the time saddling and brushing his shavings off his legs. They walked to the warmup, and Sylvia mounted while Harper stood at the fence, watching her mother as she played on Sylvia’s phone, either recording or taking some blurry and silly pictures of them. When warmup was finished, they went to where the jumps were set up and waited for a few others to go with their young horses.
“Make sure you stay at the entrance, alright? Right next to the ring steward. I want to see you there after the round. You got it?” Sylvia spoke, her voice a bit stern as she looked down at her younger daughter. It was always points like this that Sylvia felt like a bad parent. When her daughter was left alone at the gate because she didn’t know anyone well enough at these shows to trust them with the safety and responsibility of making sure her daughter didn't wander off or get kidnapped. The idea of that made her anxiety skyrocket. If something ever happened to her daughter she couldn’t live with herself. Her daughter just meant too much.
“Yes. I know mom. I will get a video for you. That way we can show Mrs. Belle.” The girl smiled at that, she liked the idea of making Belle happy. Sylvia nodded, and smiled a bit, reaching down and playfully ruffling her daughter’s hair who started to swat her hand away with a giggle.
When it came to the time that they would part, Sylvia gave her daughter one last look, reminding her to stay put, and entered the arena, the excited stallion under her starting to prace as Sylvia looked the course over and then let him break forward into a steady canter.
(837 words)
no specific reference used