Just so you know…in case you’re fourteen and considering your options…. The worst time to jump off the stairs and break your foot in the country is the winter. Two months of hiking up and down the driveway on snow and ice and mud on crutches is a hard lesson in using all the stairs, one at a time, instead of jumping over six of them to hit a concrete floor.
But the day of joy finally arrived! The nurse brought out her power cast saw to giddy thrills!
And queasy fears!
And steady contemplation.
This is not her first cast. And mayhap will not be her last.
I have two boys and neither one of them have ever broken so much as a pinkie.
My girl, she is something else.
She’s breaking everything, one bone at a time.
She’s quite stoic about it. Proud of her adventurous spirit and uncomplaining in her sometimes challenging, self-inflicted medical consequences. She doesn’t whine. You gotta love that about a girl hiking up and down a snowy driveway on crutches. She’s a wonderful, beautiful, outgoing, and intrepid thing. She’s everything I ever wished I was when I was her age but wasn’t.
She was completely fascinated with her newfound foot after the cast was removed.
Downright infatuated with it. It was examined from every conceivable angle.
Wait! She has to get on the phone and post a message on MySpace to tell the world she got her cast off.
Then back to examining the foot.
Taking pictures of the foot with her cell phone.
HUGGING THE DOCTOR when he says she can go to softball practice!
Going home. Wearing two shoes!
Until, you know, she breaks THE OTHER FOOT.