Yeah, I know…I’ve been MIA for a couple of days.
Here are your clues as to why…
Ok…so, Friday night found me on the football field, watching THE rivalry game between Rooster’s high school team and the school where I teach.
Although I rooted for Podunk High School to win…consider that I’ve got seven years vested in this school…seven years of my own children’s education invested there…my hurt lurched with an abundance of love for the other team, fans, and fellow teachers and staff.
I’m proud to say that Rooster’s school won on the field. The bands, though, BOTH came out winners. They played their hearts out, kept the crowds entertained, and conducted themselves with class.
My weekend wasn’t over, though.
More clues…
Yep.
The Mr. and I drove down to watch Chicky’s team play a game.
Chicky was having a good game…doing her thing…
Until she went down.
My hurt nearly stopped in fear, and my stomach began to turn.
She tried to get up but couldn’t, trying to crawl on all fours.
I looked at the Mr. in concern.
Sigh.
I hate being a soccer mom sometimes.
It only took a minute before she got up and walked down the sideline.
Praise the Lord!
However, all was not completely well.
She went back into the game and played.
As the second half started, and she began her run down my side of the field, she turned to me and said that her shoulder had popped out of its joint, but it had gone back in.
Her brave smile masked her pain.
She came off the field after the game with her shoulder wrapped in saran wrap…a huge bag of ice secured to her right arm.
Sigh.
She was crying too.
My eyes nearly filled with tears.
Oh, you think she was crying from pain?
Not my tough-as-nails girl.
Nope.
She was crying because she blamed herself for two of the goals that the other team had scored…all because she couldn’t lean into people and get in their way like she normally does.
Sigh.
This child…um…nearly grown daughter of mine…is driven…determined not to let her team down.
Over the years, she’s played with a 104 temperature, bronchitis, and other ailments.
This child rarely allows herself to be pulled from a field…for any reason.
She changed her clothes while we watched the men’s team play.
When she returned, she sat with her teammates, and she began to recover emotionally from the let-down of the game.
We wound up having some fun…all while she sat with that bag of ice on her shoulder…ever the reminder that she was hurt.
I can’t tell you how hard it was to leave my girl behind as we drove home today.
Tomorrow, she’s going to be evaluated by the team’s trainer, and a course of action will be determined based on his findings.
Please pray for her. God is the healer. I know this. I’m praying, though, for wisdom and, ultimately, a full recovery for my sweet baby girl.
Please say a prayer for Guy Friend as well. He came off the field sporting his own bag of ice, saran-wrapped to his ankle.
Quite the couple, let me tell you.
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