A Mother's Heart...

I have had one of the worst weeks. Now, I'm aware I've said that before (even though you don't know that) and I probably did, at the time, think that was the worst week ever. But this is different. See, my son was hurt this week and I witnessed the entire thing. He is 8 and a little ballplayer (if I do say so myself). As he was catching (that's the position God created him for, I'm sure of it), a runner attempted to steal home. The ball was thrown to my boy and a collision ensued. We thought the other kid was hurt (he was just laying there, stunned). And then the dust settled, the other kid got up, staggered around a little, dusted himself off and my son let out a guttural cry that I have never heard come from his tiny body before. This is the child who doesn't cry if he has two ear infections with a ruptured ear drum. This is the child who didn't cry when he broke his arm and only agreed to get a cast because someone convinced him that girls thought it was cool. I knew his injury was serious.

And I was right. After the ambulance came and we headed to the ER, the doctor informed us that our son's tibia was snapped clean in half. And it would need to be realigned and casted for up to 8 weeks. And that's just in a full leg cast. There would be a walking cast after. Oh my heavens.

So today is the first time I've been able to breathe a little after the whole thing. My boy ended up needing surgery to realign his bone and he is actually doing so much better. But I wasn't sure for a minute. The pain was so intense that he was begging for the pain medicine way before we could give it to him safely. To watch him in so much pain was close to unbearable. But we have an amazing support system. I have family and friends who went so far out of their way to help us, that it was unreal.

My friends, a mother's heart is velvet over steel. We may cry easier than some, but we are the toughest breed God has ever created. As I looked around at my parents and even my husband on the baseball field and they were crying and agonizing, that's exactly how I felt. But I didn't react the same way. I made the phone call (per my police man hubby) to 911, I gave directions, I made decisions...and I kept it together. Why? Because, contrary to what I have thought in the past, I was created for this. I was born to not only be a mother, but to be a mother of BOYS. I got this. It's hard a lot of the time, sometimes the rewards are unrecognizable, and sometimes I just want to run...but I got this. Because I have a God who is bigger than a snapped tibia and who loves my sons even more than I do, as hard as that it to believe. Now, for the faint of heart, you can stop reading right now. For the more adventurous, you can scroll down a little and see the x-ray of my baby's leg.