My family has good, strong bones. It’s one of the stupid things that I’ve always been just a wee bit prideful about. We may have our weaknesses, we Engelman’s, but we’ve got good, strong bones.
Through all the football games, rough housing, dirt bike riding, and general stupid stunts, my kids had yet to break a bone.
Mind you, our oldest had just gotten a new scooter, and went to the skate park to try it out. This seems like an inherently dangerous thing, so I gave him a big hug before he left and sent up a few prayers while he was gone.
Our ten year old daughter, “Bonita” on the other hand, had a kickball game. I was wracked with guilt over missing it but I needed to be at Confirmation and had no choice. So, I did give her a big hug before she left, but it was an “I’m terribly sorry I’m not going to be there” hug, not a “please Lord protect her” hug.
During Mass, I thought of my son, maybe breaking his neck “dropping in” to some half pipe, and offered another prayer for him.
After the Confirmation Mass, I checked my phone and saw that I had several texts. Bonita had hurt her pinky finger trying to catch a ball. It was probably just badly jammed, according to a doctor who happened to be on site, but it could be broken.
Mehhh. We’ve got good strong bones. She’ll be fine.
Wednesday, the school nurse looked at it and forewarned me that it may need to be checked out.
Thursday, the nurse called and left a voicemail. Take this child to the doctor.
The irony is that, only a few weeks ago I joked with a friend, “Hey, I just found out that we’ve met our out of pocket max on the insurance! If the kids are going to break some bones, this is the year to do it!”
Whoops. I shouldn’t have said that.
Lesson learned: unless you want to wrap your kids in bubble wrap, count on them being in danger at every turn. Even kickball is a dangerous sport, apparently!
Ultimately, trust them to the Lord, and he will take care of them in his own perfect way!