Good Career Choice

Yeah.

So this is what the past few days have been like around my house.

My daughter is on the varsity volleyball team at her school. Saturday morning, she had a scrimmage.

(By the way, aren't her toenails pretty?)

Thankfully, I was not there when she broke her ankle. But her physical therapist father was.

She said I would have freaked out when I saw her ankle go down to the ground and then come back up.

She was right.

It was kinda funny. (Not the injury, of course.) She said didn't want me to see how big her ankle had swollen up when she came home because she thought I would be grossed out.

Doesn't she know that moms aren't allowed to get grossed out? Considering all of the [insert disgusting bodily fluid here] that has gotten on me during the course of my kids' lives, a big blue, swollen-up-like-a-graprefruit ankle is nothin'!

Yesterday we went to the doctor and got an x-ray. We were hoping it was just a bad sprain, but it is in fact broken. Supposedly that's better than a bad sprain? I don't quite understand that, but I've heard it said several times.

I feel bad for my baby girl. She can't drive (can you say chauffer?), and she can't play volleyball for quite some time. She's really good, too. (And I'm not just saying that because she is the best volleyball player ever my daughter.)

Please say a prayer for her quick recovery.

I will say that I have never been more thankful that my husband does what he does. She has been and will be receiving the best possible care. What a blessing!

Originally posted August 2008 @ Mom in Transition