Deja vu
Shhh, never wake sleeping kids!
If you know us IRL or you follow my blog you might think this is a previously taken photo of Jake with the arm he broke on 2/2/09. But it’s not. It was taken early this morning. Jake re-broke his humerus yesterday, diving for a Frisbee in his homeschool gym class. His teacher summoned me from the playground with, “I don’t know if it’s broken but he said get my Mom.” That was enough to tell me it was broken. Jake is not the kid that unnecessarily calls for his Mom. At our weekly potluck we talked about how this unfortunate event maybe a bit of a wake-up call to Jake, a boy not in close touch with reality or his mortality. A boy who still thinks he can fly. I blame this on his Grandfather!
He doesn’t seem to be in as much pain this time and it is not as swollen-yet. But he is crabby. The thought of living a restricted lifestyle for another 8 weeks has got him mad. And the reality is, I’m a little annoyed about it too. That means my main helper around here is out of commision again. The bigger, stronger, faster puppies are all my responsibility again as well as his paper route.
But also, a part of me smiles. I get to spend more time with my independent teen. He will be back to hanging out in our bedroom at night again to watch TV with us. You never think the day will come that your kids will move out, but suddenly it’s in the not, hugely, distant future of about 4 years away. In those next 4 years his friends will become more important, he will become more independent and won’t be hanging out in the bedroom watching late night TV with his Mom and Dad. So, selfishly, I’ll take what I can get!