Cold Case In Ellyson

four days later, my oldest son suffered a catastrophic injury on the football field, a femur fracture. Funny how that makes you forget about the overhead…

Too many times, we forget that our lives can change in a nanosecond…accidents can rock our world. My 13-year-old who’s reaching for independence is now as dependent as anyone can be. He can’t move without help. He can’t go to the bathroom, bathe, walk, crawl…it’s awful to watch. And coming on the heels of my youngest son’s recovery from his fractured humerus pitching a baseball, I have to say that 2010 has been a difficult year for our family.

The obvious solution is to say we’re through with sports, but that’s just not how we’re built. We love to run, challenge, jump, throw harder, catch, hit the ball, tackle, and I’m so grateful. Those who plant themselves on the couch miss out on so much. Sure, they may be safe, but I’d rather get hurt doing something I love than sit on the sideline any day. And my 13-year-old? He’s already said he can’t wait to play high school football. He should. He’s good, and he loves it.