I'm surprised it took so long....

Tuesday, October 16, 2018 No comments
Well, I thought it would happen LONG before now. 
A couple of days ago I was in my studio (really a craft room but studio sounds fancier) and my baby boy, who's 14, came hopping in and was in obvious distress. He hopped over and fell into the chair clearly in pain. My first thought was,"Wow, I can't believe it took this long..." 
My boy was playing soccer in the yard without shoes and hurt his foot. It already looked swollen on the top and the arch looked look oddly flat. We tried icing it and he went to bed.  The next morning he seemed to feel some better until it was time to put on his shoe! That's when I realized somebody's day was gonna be spent at a doctor's office. After visits to his GP, ER for X-rays, back to the GP and then to see the orthopedic nurse practitioner. The consensus was it was an avulsion fracture. In the grand scheme of breaks its the best kind. Again I thought, "I can't believe it took this long."
This child has had a variety of staples and stitches, 4 separate times, but has NEVER broken anything. I expected it long ago. He is very athletic and tends to tear up everything in his path. I've often thought of buying extra crutches and a boot just to be ready. He would need them at some point. 


 He clumped around in the boot for several days and finally was cleared to start practicing soccer again. Proof again that our household revolves around soccer. The foot has since healed and was proven just fine after scoring a goal in his first game back.

There's one of yours....

Lately I've been thinking about families. Two times in particular are of interest.  I have an uncle and aunt (really cousins but that's another story) and every time I see them my Aunt says,"Charles, there's one of yours!"  First, she's the only person I've ever heard call him Charles. It seems extra special when she says it. Second, it feels good to be considered "one of yours". The aforementioned Aunt and  Uncle are the kindest people ever.  Charles is actually my father's cousin but I didn't realize it until I was an adult. He was always just one of my dad's younger brothers. Weird, I know...it doesn't matter how they are categorized though. My dad has been dead for years and his family never really kept in touch with us. That's probably not fair to say as they were always very good about attending baby showers and such but I only remember being called 2 times from the time I was in grade school until I became an adult. That makes it all the more special to be considered "one of yours." Families are interesting like that. 

On another note about families...a few weeks ago we were leaving a soccer game and one of the Angel Boys friends said,"Hey...." using his mom's first name instead of just a generic Hey Mom. I asked him if he always called his mother by her first name and he replied if he just yelled,"Hey Mom," several mothers would answer and reply and it was just easier. He's right on a lot of levels. In a small town like ours the kids have many mothers. 
Today, I took my kid to the doctor's office and the  Boss Lady hugged me and called me friend and called my kid by name and filled in the other provider on his interest, etc.  She also asked about the other kids and I asked of hers.  The other doctor spoke to me and I asked about his kids. He went on to tell me all about his oldest playing soccer, etc.  I asked about his parents who I've known since I was barely a teenager. 

I guess it doesn't really matter how people are related, from cousins to chosen family. We need support from a lot of different people in a lot of different situations. Some of our families are involved out of obligation and others considered family are providing the day to day support.  No matter how they are classified it is important to be thought of as "one of yours", dear friends, of another kids back-up Mom.