26 February 2009
in a flash
That's how long it seems since my oldest, 11, was little and needed my help getting dressed. He needed my help again this morning.
Last night I got one of those calls moms hate to get. He was snowboarding and had a minor accident. Minor, but could have been major. A broken arm is all. He FELL, 10 feet, from the lift because he and his friend were horsing around, without the safety bar down. And he wasn't wearing his helmet. Good God - he could have had a traumatic brain injury, a broken neck...it sort of freaks me out to go there, so I mostly don't.
I count myself lucky that with three very active, risk-craving boys, this is the first broken limb among them...and sort of a rite of passage as well. I'm happy there was no concussion (he has had one of those). No blood. Just bad, bad judgment that he will be working off in equally bad karma by missing a few awesome activities and a screeching end to his ski season. I hope he learned his lesson about the safety bar and helmet and maybe got just a small hint that he's not indestructible. Please, please let that be true. Because there is so much about their lives, even at 11, that is out of our control.
He says he will hang the official X-Ray films in his room (the doctor suggested using them as window shades - crafty!) & is planning how to decorate his red cast.
On the way home from the ER he announced that he and the friend he was with on the lift had a plan for their shared 18th birthday: sky diving!