Man-child takes flight
A rare post on the man-child.
I only have the one man-child and to say it has been an experience raising him is an understatement. Don’t get me wrong, he has never gotten into trouble, been sassy or any other nonsense many parents put up with. No, he’s an athlete and that can be troubling enough. Like the time he calls and says ” Mom, I think I broke my ankle. I’m walking home now” and hung up. Well it wasn’t broken, but sure was banged up all to hell.
So he started skateboarding as a young kid and I used to have nightmares about knocked out teeth, twisted limbs and road rashes. Guess I got lucky there because so far (knocking on balsam), no injuries.
So now he’s on the track team. I am thrilled. No harm can come in running track.Well I got happy too quick, he’s doing the pole vault. Sweet Lord have mercy I am picturing all sorts of horrors with the pole snapping or him missing the mat and flipping into the bleachers. Arrived at his track meet last night a complete bundle of nerves. As he strolled past, the picture of confidence I said “Ok, he’s got this pole vaulting thing. It will be fine”.
I saw off in the distance (I see why that event is way down field, just in case..) the man-child ran, vaulted and cleared the bar (you have to squint to see it)
Off in the distance I see the rains headed our way. I silently said “Yes, no injuries today”. The rest of the meet was cancelled.
Now I’m sure there will be scars and bruises along life’s roads but do not doubt he will weather them well. He’s tough, tungsten steel tough, despite how this picture looks.
(Man-child would disown me if he knew I posted this shot. He’s not crying, just wet from the rain).
So when he was 4 years old and asked could he go on the roof with a sheet and see if he could fly, he’s flying now..Only with a pole..