Seeing your son lay crumpled on the ice,
against the boards, with the coaches and refs kneeling over him,
blocking him from your view was the hardest thing I've done so far. Ever.
I'd always joked to one of my hockey mom friends that if he ever got hurt
she would have to stop me from jumping over the boards screaming
" I know First Aid, call 911"
She promised she would.
Instead, she held my hand as I stood pressed against the other side of the boards,
my breathe fogging up the Plexiglas barrier and watched for signs of movement.
I would have guessed it was an hour that I stood there, although it was only a few minutes.
With less then 30 seconds on the clock, a towering 12 year old had charged my son from behind, leaving him sprawled face first on the ice, head against the boards.
He didn't even have the puck when he was hit.
He managed to get to his feet, supported back to his bench my his coaches on either side.
My son is fine.
Given a good check up at the local emergency
we arrived home late , tucked him into bed and I had a meltdown.
I'm still having one in fact.
I hate this shit.
I hate hate hate it.
We had taken two vehicles, so my son went home with his dad.
I had a couple of hours driving on dark country roads
to run thru a million scenarios in my mind.
I had decided to pull him from hockey, and wrap him in bubble wrap,
he is after all, my baby.
It didn't help that I watched an A & E special on the meth epidemic before falling asleep.
My dreams were filled with me as a kick ass warrior,
beating down the evil surrounding my child.
I woke up exhausted.
I have relenquished all parenting decisions to my more reasonable husband ( yes honey, I've put it in writing) until I calm down.
Breathe, Hope, breathe.
About Me
- Hope
- I am a woman who is content with herself and her life, but believe that each day brings new possibilities and opportunities that I intend to be open to. I am an intuative person who does not always listen to herself.
5 comments:
Holy crap, Hope! Here I thought what a bummer you didn't have high speed and you were going through that!
I can only equate with still being freaked out every time my daughter drives off in her car. I can't tell her she can't drive anymore(can I?) any more than you can tell your son not to play hockey anymore.
Your son and husband were probably just as scared, they just show it differently.
I totally get it, my friend.
HUGS hope...that is the most hardest thing for a parent to face. And I would have yanked him too and then relinquished the rights to the more reasonable man of the house during times like this!
Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas!
I am glad he is okay. I can certainly understand what was going thru your heart and soul.
I think that sons were put on this earth for the sole purpose of worrying their poor mothers from an inch of their sanity.....really.
Oh, that must have been so hard to watch!
Although I like the idea behind organized sports, sometimes the violence in them gets to me. I don't know that I have any real say, but I don't really want my son to play football.
((Hope))
Oh my Hope, I feel all choked up just reading this. I had no idea, before I became a parent, how deeply excruciating it could be to watch them get hurt.
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