Middle Bit always keeps us on our toes. He is my kid who will get hurt, who will jump off a tree, who will climb the tree to jump off of. He will do what most people think through first, but does it before thing and then says to himself, “I should have thought that through.” He learns things the hard way. But he lives his life to the fullest, and always has a good story to tell. In his adult years, he should write a book.
We have avoided broken bones in this house even with what I consider an obscene amount of visits to the ER. I am sure they have often wondered what goes on in our home to warrant so many stitches. I thought that maybe we could make it through the kid years without a broken bone, but I was wrong. Middle Bit broke his foot in five places. Three bones, five places!!! When he does something, he does it well.
Here is the story that we have been told. I have a feeling I will find out more when he is in his twenties.
We were over at our friends house for Sunday dinner. We switch houses every week to enjoy a great Sunday meal. When one does not have family around, you make family with others who miss the same traditions. It happened to be their turn to host, and all the kids were playing outside. The grown ups were inside, enjoying a few beers together, when Middle Bit comes limping in. He wasn’t crying, but I could definitely tell he was in a great deal of pain. I took one look, and knew it was broken. My husband down played it and placed him on the couch, elevated his foot and put some ice on it. We sat there for about thirty minutes, when my friend and I decided to try to stand Middle Bit up. Immediately, his face went pail, and that is when we knew that an ER visit was our destiny.
We kept asking Middle Bit what happened, hoping we missed part of the story, and hoping more would come out. But nothing ever has. This is what he claims happened. He was playing soccer and his foot was on the ball. Someone kicked the ball, and he said that his foot was not kicked in any way, but somehow from the ball being kicked, his foot was broken in five places. All the kids stood there dutifully shaking their heads in agreement, but not saying a word. Hmmm….
I have never witnessed the changing of the cast, and it was fascinating. It was also quite nerve racking. I prayed that the doc would keep his steady hand!
During his broken leg, Middle Bit got to experience friendship. So many of the cutest kids came by and gave him cards, or rescheduled get together so he could join. It was so sweet! A good friend stopped by with her young kids, who bought him all yellow items, because he needed a little sunshine. They included these puzzles, which Middle Bit totally enjoyed. Thank you to all who took the time to check on him. It truly made the broken foot more bearable!
I look forward to hearing the complete story someday!
Have a great day everyone!
Love,
Suzy
Bits of My Threadbare Soul 