Monday, April 16, 2007
Who's Asking?
A couple of weeks ago my 14 year-old son was having a bad day. He was more than a bit out of sorts. The results of this type of day and the impaired workings of a male teenage mind left him with a broken hand.
It has been painful for him to explain to adults exactly what happened. But to make a point - he is the one who always has the explaining to do to anyone inquiring about his hand.
"What happened to your hand?"
"I got mad and hit the floor."
"What were you mad about?"
"I was mad at my mom."
Yes, sad but true.
Every time this conversation has happened, it has been a bit of an embarrassment for my son. But today the conversation was different.
We are entering the ballpark for my youngest son's baseball game. . .
"What did you hit?"
"What?"
"What did you hit?"
"Oh, the floor."
The question comes from a local high school football player/wrestler who is greatly admired by all athletic teen boys - he is also recovering from the same type of injury. Well, actually he took on a cement wall.
My 14 year old is suddenly walking lightly. I am not sure I am thrilled by the exchange. . .
My youngest son pitched the last inning. His older brother declared one of his pitches "sick" - that is a really good thing for those of you who don't speak cool teen slang.
His dad and I thought it was too!
simple faith
A couple of weeks ago my 14 year-old son was having a bad day. He was more than a bit out of sorts. The results of this type of day and the impaired workings of a male teenage mind left him with a broken hand.
It has been painful for him to explain to adults exactly what happened. But to make a point - he is the one who always has the explaining to do to anyone inquiring about his hand.
"What happened to your hand?"
"I got mad and hit the floor."
"What were you mad about?"
"I was mad at my mom."
Yes, sad but true.
Every time this conversation has happened, it has been a bit of an embarrassment for my son. But today the conversation was different.
We are entering the ballpark for my youngest son's baseball game. . .
"What did you hit?"
"What?"
"What did you hit?"
"Oh, the floor."
The question comes from a local high school football player/wrestler who is greatly admired by all athletic teen boys - he is also recovering from the same type of injury. Well, actually he took on a cement wall.
My 14 year old is suddenly walking lightly. I am not sure I am thrilled by the exchange. . .
My youngest son pitched the last inning. His older brother declared one of his pitches "sick" - that is a really good thing for those of you who don't speak cool teen slang.
His dad and I thought it was too!
simple faith
# posted by simple faith : 9:51 PM
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Unfortunately - yes.
Four more weeks of a splint. I told him yesterday that this is the last bone in his body I want to have to watch heal!
Four more weeks of a splint. I told him yesterday that this is the last bone in his body I want to have to watch heal!
No kidding! He's going to have to find something else to take his agression out on besides his body!
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