Ponies?? Where?

Why this site is called what it’s called…

My parents have always referred to me as an “eternal optimist”.

My dear father has said to me on more than one occasion when he feels my lightly shrugged shoulders are inappropriate and that I should be more worried or in some other way less than thrilled, “Still shovelling that sh** I see”, with a slight blush, as this is not language customary to a conservative minister such as himself.

But this was always his favourite way to describe the untiring positivity of his second daughter, based on a fable he had once heard and retold to me.  As I recall, it goes something like this:

Two brothers, let’s call them Optimist and Pessimist, woke up very excited one morning – Christmas morning!  They ran downstairs and their parents told them they would find their gifts in the two spare bedrooms – each room had a gift for one of the boys.

Pessimist’s room was full of new toys, games, puzzles and books!  He looked at it and began complaining that surely something had been forgotten at the toy store, and how would he keep the toys organized, and all these toys would be totally boring by New Years and was this all?

Optimist opened the door to the second room and was confronted by a huge pile of steaming manure.  “Wow!” he exclaimed and ran to the garage for a shovel.

“What are you doing?” asked his parents in amazement.

“Well,” said Optimist, “with all this sh** there must be a pony in here somewhere!”

Now, that may or may not be an accurate retelling of ancient wisdom, but the message holds.  I choose to believe in that silver lining, and you know what?  There’s yet to be a situation where I can’t find that pony.

Grab a shovel, my friends, and never put it down.

Dad has a sturdy shovel of his own, and is passing on his wisdom to the next generation!

4 Responses to “Ponies?? Where?”

  1. Sharon January 31, 2011 at 10:51 pm #

    Thanks for sharing this blog with me… it is great to get a little insight into you (seeing as you are my sister in law…. and I truly don’t know you all that well! :(!!!!)
    And yup… it is VERY bright… kinda makes the writing hard to read… but I like the happiness portrayed in the brightness!!!!

  2. Kim Kampen February 1, 2011 at 12:55 am #

    I seem to recall that both rooms were full of manure (the conservative minister’s wife has a more polite word:), and that all the pessimist saw was manure and didn’t want to look any deeper. Personally, I think the pessimist was actually a realist..something I’ve been telling your Father I am for years when he calls me a pessimist 🙂 But I am very happy that you are still digging for the pony :):)

    • hiddenponies February 2, 2011 at 11:27 am #

      Haha, that makes more sense, seeing as my recall of the story makes for some pretty unfair parents!

  3. chelsea February 1, 2011 at 5:50 am #

    yay! first comment 🙂 so glad to see you’re blogging finally… looking forward to following you:)

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