“There’s Always One”
“It’s 8:16pm and I just walked in the door a bit ago.
Luke and I left the hospital at about 7:45 this evening and grabbed some DQ chicken strips on the way home because I was not cooking a late dinner tonight.
Earlier today at approximately 4:30 this afternoon, Luke and some neighbour friends decided to head to the skatepark on their scooters.
Luke never wants me to come along because, as previously mentioned a few times now, I’m too cringe, a boomer and super uncool. When I accompany him there, I am usually instructed to only give him his water bottle if he comes over to get it and I’m not to talk to him or ask him questions.
Today, however, I convinced him to let me come but the stipulation was that Braden and I would promise to walk around Mac Park and not hang out and watch them. Yes, I’m much too “over protective”.
It’s a good thing I have an accurate Motherly sixth sense and knew he has been a bit ‘off’ these days. Generally and especially when he is more ‘off’ like has been recently, Luke thinks he can or is able to do more than his body or mind is willing when it comes to actually executing whatever it is he thinks he wants or can do.
Now don’t get me wrong. I will always tell my boys to go ‘all-in’ and take life by the horns. I’m the Mom who says, “You want to fly a plane huh?…Well, why not own the airline?”, “You don’t get if you don’t ask” and “Let’s make it happen”.
But there’s always one in the family isn’t there? There’s that one kid who spends almost everybody’s share of hospital time on themselves.
Luke is that kid.
He’s my hospital/injury/surgery/(UNcalculated) risk-taking second and youngest son. And this afternoon, he certainly didn’t calculate or think too much about the trick he was attempting to do because five minutes into his time at the skatepark — down he went.
Braden and I were walking a few minutes behind and when we got closer to the park, we saw him sitting on the side. Luke’s tough so I knew something was up.
He’s had broken bones, heart surgery, many ambulance rides and other stuff. He is the child who acts before or as he is thinking, learns his lesson maybe after the 8th or 9th time and always keeps me on my toes.
Thankfully, tonight was just a scraped up shoulder that needed bandaging and a bad sprain or small fracture they couldn’t see on x-ray the Doc said. Luke only came out with a hard splint that he will wear for a week then it’s on to range of motion exercises.
The doctors, nurses and hospital staff are always incredible and even though things can sometimes get frustrating, I’m still always so grateful for our health care system in Canada.
Now happily playing Mindcraft and soon ready to hit the sheets with a bit of grape Advil in his system, Luke got away pretty good this time.
Welp, until tomorrow’s injury… ;)