Broken Wing

 

I still vividly remember--this time three years ago--when Daniel broke his arm. The full details of the story can be found in the book.

He was having so much fun playing and being a kid that he barrel-rolled right off my Mom ("Bubba") and Dad's bed. And practically landed in Bubba's lap, while she and Madi were sitting on the floor watching a DVD.

The mystery was how he fractured the elbow that he hadn't landed on. We suspect that maybe his little arm hit the bed frame on his way down.

Like every obstacle that he encountered, Daniel handled a weekend full of hospital visits like a true champion. Instead of crying and complaining, he was completely fearless. Almost as if he viewed his broken limb as a rite of passage into boyhood.

It was one of the many valuable lessons that my son taught me. Because Daniel was able to truly find joy in the most trying times. He was able to "get over" things so quickly and move on, all with a smile on his precious little face.

Who knew that someday we'd be thankful for his injury, because it gave us more time with him. And now, our angel's wings will never be broken again.