The silence is interupted by my cell phone.
The message changes the rest of my afternoon.
Another hockey game.
Another trip to the emergency room.
This time with his sister.
She can handle it she says, after all she was there the last time it happened.
Text messaged pictures of a little boy in a big green hospital gown,
right shoulder slumped.
They don't have to Xray it for me to know.....
Another broken collar bone.
I talk to both my kids,
my daughter has it under control... do not come home.
My son says, it doesn't hurt too bad, and his sis is buying pizza for supper.
And the Cree Princess says he was very, very brave.
Once you are a parent, there is no such thing as a weekend retreat.
But I'm not giving up yet.