Sunday, January 3, 2010


I haven't forgotten about this blog.  I've just been busy.  Also my diary is getting all the good stories lately :)

I'm finally on vacation and have been doing things I've been wanting to do for a awhile.  Not all of them, because well, -0 temps keep me from doing many of them... like sledding with the kids.  Booo.  However, I've been able to organize my computer a bit, started a few blogs that I was meaning to start, tomorrow I'll need to try to get back a book I had to return to the library before I was done with it.

Joshua starts wrestling this week. I am sick, nervous about that.
In November I went to one of Jacob's tournaments.  There were some 8th graders wrestling on the mat in front of me.  I was on the first row.  They were just little boys.  One of the boys got hurt so badly.  It was horrible to watch him sitting on the mat in pain, holding his bent arm, all of these adults around him not knowing what to do for him and him crying from all the pain.  I cried too.  Then grandma came down out of the stands and called his mom and they took him out of the gym.  My heart then was filled with so much fear for my little Joshua who wants so badly to be a wrestler too, just like his big brother Jake.  I asked the coach sitting next to me how often that happens, "More than you think it would", was his response.  My heart sank all the way down into my stomach.
For weeks the check for Josh's wrestling sat in my purse.  Waiting to be mailed.  I couldn't let go of it.  Every time I saw it in my purse and thought of mailing it the vision of that hurt little boy came back hauting me.  I finally let it go in the mailbox.  Tuesday he starts.  I think he needs a Preisthood blessing.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I know the feeling, and it doesn't get any better, but try not to worry too much. It is a boy thing. I've taken mine to the hospital to get stitched up so many times. They taught me to say "coool" when then got hurt. Another thing they said when they got scars was "chicks dig body damage."

Also, I saw so many boys crash when they were racing bikes, and I'd worry about the kid for days on end. Then I'd see them out racing again the next week like nothing had happened.

I think boys are just made different than girls. All through it I'd say, "What was I thinking when I adopted 2 more boys!!!!"

Anyways, good luck!