From the desk of Rebecca......
I never really intended to become an entrepreneur. When I was in school, it was before the tech boom and before a dot.com was in the twinkle of anyone’s eye. Few if any, really knew what an entrepreneur was. I had a wonderful education and I hold a Master’s Degree in Education and thoroughly enjoyed a very successful career in the non-profit industry. But what I forgot about during all of those very cerebral years was the lure of the entrepreneur - kind of like a mermaid’s siren song. I just adore creating and I forgot about the crafts and businesses I was creating and selling as early as high school. So, though it seemed like quite a leap of faith to walk away from a perfectly stable, deeply rewarding job to start my own company, I knew it was the only option for me. And to be clear - I’ll quash the glamor of entrepreneurship right here and now. It’s risky, its scary and its downright hard work. It’s sleepless nights and endless amounts of worry. It’s being responsible for people on your payroll. But the upsides are gloriously satisfying.
Rebecca and Lizzie at the Land Rover 3 Day Event
The one upside I never anticipated is probably the most important: being a role model for my daughter and her friends, who have all helped with the business at one time or another. I have always believed that as women, we hold a special obligation to other women to help them launch, support one another and “pay it forward.” I’m proud of Rebecca Ray, that, as a business we are known for that. But I never anticipated that our daughter would be watching me. Carefully. She watched me early, in the days where I’d run back and forth between her and our sitter’s home, managing a local storefront, she’d watch carefully as she’d travel with us helping to merchandise endless displays; She still watches me drawing and gives me suggestions. And she watches me work. Hard. Sometimes that Mother Guilt creeps in. If you are a working Mom, you know it well. The “division on time” guilt. The “only so many hours in a day” guilt. But here’s the most important thing I learned over the years: Our girls are watching us. Closely.
Lizzie and her beautiful horse