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A Rare Sight

Posted on January 15, 2009 by auburnchick

Picture this:

AuburnChick sits on the couch, watching TV.

Rooster sits on the couch, doing homework and having a bite to eat.

Soccer Chick sits on the couch, doing homework and studying for tests.

All three of us in one room, at the same time.

This really did hapen tonight after Chick’s game (her team won).

I’m not exactly sure why we were all sitting together.  I suspect it has something to do with Soccer Chick getting banged up tonight.  Someone on the other team kicked her shin cleat-side, and Chicky’s leg is very sore and swollen.

Needless to say, I am very concerned.  It’s not often that she gets hurt.

She has a very important tournament in New Orleans this weekend.  We’re set to leave tomorrow after school.  It looks like I’ll be calling her physical therapist tomorrow to get his opinion.  I’m hoping it’s just a deep bruise, as indicated by the physical trainer (not the same guy) at the game.

The good news is that she’s walking okay.  But we’re all nervous.

Rooster treated her very gingerly, eager to retrieve her ice pack from the freezer.  I made her a burger, and Rooster served it to her on the couch.

She’s scared, so she’s being somewhat kind and tolerant of my overprotectiveness.

Please pray for her — for physical healing, for peace, and for wisdom.  I know, from what we went through with her knee a couple of years ago, that going through injuries isn’t the end of the world.  It doesn’t mean that it’s something that you enjoy, though.

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A Sad Boy

Posted on January 15, 2009 by auburnchick

As moms, we hurt when our children hurt.

Last night, Rooster’s team played a game.  He did a good job, as did everyone else.  The team won, and we got ready to leave.

I knew, immediately, that something was wrong.  Maybe it was the way he carried himself as he walked off the field.  Maybe it was the look on his face…the look that only a mom knows.

As we got in the car, he was quiet.  I asked if everything was okay.  He said it was.

He was lying.

His eyes filled with tears, and he turned away.

I made some specific queries…was it soccer?

No.

Was it school?

No.

And then a sob escaped from his throat.

Poor guy.  He was hurting, and he didn’t want to share.  I had to respect that, but I wanted so badly to know the reason so that maybe, in some small way, I could make it better.

We rode the rest of the way home without speaking.  The radio played softly in the background…soothing Christian songs.  I felt my heart lifted just a teensy bit, as the words reminded me that God is on His throne.  Even if I didn’t know the reason for Rooster’s sadness, God knew.

This knowledge was comforting, if not to Rooster, then to me.

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