I was at the barn yesterday with middle child. This in itself is a pretty much daily event considering the love of said child’s life is a thousand pound princess with an attitude problem and a love of treats. This trip was a little different because middle child’s first heart pony is struggling with his PTSD. He’s a cuddly, unpredictable bullet train, and while child has moved on to bigger, we still love him dearly. S wasn’t even in the saddle when this tiny package of speed bolted, scaring the heck out of a new student having a lesson, and sending kiddo to the ground. I was pretty focused on…