Be careful what you say. Just this weekend I said to my mother, “we haven’t been to the emergency room for a while, I have a feeling we are due for a visit.” The context for such a comment was my boys trying to use a skateboard ramp their friend (Jack’s other cousin, Evan) brought to the birthday party this past Saturday. The boys are into more traditional sports, not skateboarding so much, but we ended up with just bruises and scratches.
It seemed like for a couple of years every few months someone was getting stapled, glued, or stitched. It’s been over a year, I think, since we went to the emergency room, so I knew we were due. Well, yesterday while diving into the end zone (playing football in the backyard with his brothers), my son Caleb broke his collar bone. It was very painful. I felt so sorry for him. He is doing well now. My challenge is keeping his brothers far enough away from him to not re-injure the poor kid. This is harder than you may think!