Kids are supposed to bounce. Nope. Not even a little bit…
We are at four weeks in cast #3. It comes off next Friday, I hope. What has amazed me about my son this time is his true love of things.
Of course he broke his right arm and he is right handed. It hasn’t slowed him down. It didn’t this summer either when he broke it the first time. Instead, he has taught himself to write, fairly well, with his left hand, and he has not lost his sense of compassion and love for what he really does love.
Getting his cast off means he can wrestle again. This is his heart. I love watching him, but more I love what he is learning about sportsmanship and hard work. Yes, I know he is 8. It is never to early to learn what it means to be a good sport and to be humble when you are good at it. Him and I have talked many times about how we win and lose.
I am ready for him to get out of his cast, it is really kind of stinky. I think he is more ready. He is ready to be a kid again. Actually, I know his sister is ready for him to be able to put the plates away.