May 2nd is The Day

I got a call from the BLM today - they approved my application!

As soon as the elation hit, fear was right on elation's heels.  Oh my God, what am I going to do with a mustang?  I'm pretty good at figuring out the logistics of how to get the horse, but what am I going to do with the horse?  I'm trying not to freak out a bit, because I just got myself into a twenty-plus year relationship.  You know, it's the same kind of fear when you find out you're pregnant: excited and terrified all at the same time.

It's very much like bringing a human into the world: I want a horse who is a good citizen, with good manners.  A little bit adventurous, but well-behaved.  Independent enough not to need me for every little thing and able to make good decisions.  One I can take anywhere and not be embarrassed by their outbursts. 

I know what I expect out of a horse, but what really scares the hell out of me (just like it did when I had my kids) is that it's up to me to instill those values in a horse.  And just like when I had my kids, there's no one-size-fits-all manual to tell me how to do it.  Sure, there are lots of experts out there and lots of resources, but so many to choose from!

I didn't know how to parent, either, and I managed to get through it with three distinctly different personalities.  Any time I get too panicked about adopting a horse, would someone please remind me of that?