Craig and I slipped away for a date while the kids ate pizza and watched baby movies with Kira until it was time for Jack to give her a bath and Kevin to put her to bed so Jordan could clean up the kitchen. The morning after these adventures for the boys I usually find her room strewn with every toy in the box and her diaper on backwards. But it is worth the time alone with Craig.
For the first time since moving to San Antonio we tasted texmex and strolled the riverwalk together. From our neighborhood if we turn left we are in the Texas hill country, if we turn right and drive for thirty minutes we are walking along the famous riverwalk and enjoying the twinkling lights in the trees, happy vacationing people, boat cruises and arching bridges. I was so happy enjoying chips and guacamole at a table beside the river. I recount years in Katy when we’d go for a date and wish for something lively to encounter other than a high school event. After more than three years living there I can only conclude Houston isn’t terribly interesting.
My inner cowgirl is emerging. I suppose since I’ve now lived in Fort Worth, Houston and San Antonio, I can be crowned with a cowboy hat, slip into cowboy boots and be called an honorary Texan. I even had a hunger for Mexican food. If I combine all of these bits with the truth that I’ve been taking riding lessons for two months, I just might become Texan afterall. This is a surprising statement about a girl who kicked and hollered when told I was moving to Texas.
I’m learning to ride English, not Western so I might lose a few essential cowgirl points for that. I love learning about the animal instincts of the horse, stable etiquette, tacking, and of course how to post at a trot. Yes I wear the helmet. I’m really hooked on the riding lessons, and now even Jack is going to join me for lessons once a week.
Craig laughs at me because he says it gets harder and harder to describe who I am. He didn’t expect this cowgirl to emerge, neither did I frankly. Really I’m only adding cowgirl to a long list. I’m still a heart resident of Africa, comfortable walking Manhattan in spiky heels window shopping along 5thavenue, oh so happy at a broadway musical, digging in the dirt to change the landscape of my view and give home to treasured plants, holding pretzel poses in yoga classes, rarely found without my big camera, riding my granny bike to do errands, crafting with paper and glue, reading for as long as I can get away with it, and most especially taking the daily walk alongside my five children and pup, helping to keep them on the path. (cooking and cleaning fell off the list)
I think there’s room for the cowgirl in there somehow. It’s probably too late to push her out. I’ve got my eyes on some nice cowboy boots to wear with a skirt the next time I head down to the riverwalk for a date with my hunky husband. She’s here to stay.
And when Kira’s bigger, these red boots will be just right for her inner cowgirl to come out and play. I might even say to her, Howdy, partner.