My boy...my middle born son, is 22.
EVERY SINGLE YEAR since he was born 22 years ago, EVERY SINGLE YEAR he has had a medical emergency of some sort. Stitches, weird scary diseases that no one has heard of, broken bones, more broken bones, ligament tears...you name it and this kid has had it. EVERY SINGLE YEAR since 1993.
He walked at 8 months and has that kind of personality that you would describe as 'fun' and 'bigger than life'...the whole 'go big or go home' kind of personality.
All that's great if he was someone else's kid because seriously, enough with the injuries.
Blown out knee. I'm not even going to talk about how it happened. Waiting for the surgery to be scheduled because hey, it's a new year and he obviously felt the need to break it in well. No pun intended.
I'm the chick in the blue shirt sitting next to him. The words spewing out of my mouth, as you can tell by his body language, were kind and loving and worthy of the 'mother of the year' award.
PS...I really do like him but for reals, a mosh pit? REALLY?