Accidents DO happen.

This season as it snowed our house was filled with excitement. We had decided to fully commit our family to snow skiing this year. This commitment required an investment in equipment, but would be worthwhile.

 

Friday December 27th I took the girls up to Anthony Lakes for a perfect ski day!!!

Saturday, was Justin's turn. They arrived home much earlier then I had anticipated and I quickly discovered why, as Ayla limped out of the car.

 

I firmly believe that Father's need to be involved in parenting. All to often I see over protective mothers hovering over their children pushing out Fathers. This comes to everyone's expense. Father's don't fully connect with their children and both loose out on valuable life lessons.

 

With this stated, the moment I saw Ayla limping, all of my protective mothering instincts rushed inside me. At that very moment I wanted to take Ayla under my wing and cover her from my husband and everyone else.

 

These are the moments of inward struggle. Intellectually, I know accidents happen. Justin didn't stand at the top of the hill and push her off a steep cliff. However, I couldn't understand how this could happen and I was a little angry. My inward battle of motherly protection vs. reason had begun.

Justin was examined and then cross examined to determine that it truly was an accident. I was assured he didn't coax her down a black diamond or encouraged to challenge herself. In the end it was the confidence of Ayla that betrayed her. She simply couldn't understand why she couldn't attempt the same stunts as her Father. Ayla's pride was wounded at the mere suggestion that she wasn't quite as good as a skier as Keanna.

I was hoping for a stressed ligament. Gunning to be back up on the mountain within several weeks. Ayla's pain tolerance seemed minor so I thought a break was out of the question, but the swelling didn't go down. A doctor's visit was in order. Upon examination, the physician was hopeful of it only being a stressed ligament. The X-ray proved otherwise. A broken bone. Crutches and a cast for six weeks. This news brought tears to Ayla. Reality of no basketball, skiing, or running was the real fear. Ayla was perplexed that a tibia  fracture would prevent her from being the fastest kid in her class.