What does it mean to be a Mom!

Buster broke both wrists at school last Thursday while playing kickball.  

The first 2 days were pretty miserable for him.  Not being able to use his hands and arms really limited what he could do...watching movies got boring quite fast.  (He enjoys the Star Wars movies so we managed to borrow all 6 from a neighbor...it took him only 2 days to watch all of them)!


Each day has been getting better than the last...UNTIL last night...he came into my room about 2 am crying.  His casts were itching, he couldn't sleep, he hadn't been asleep all night long.


Trying not to wake up my husband,CL, I tried to come up with things Buster could do to make him comfortable enough to sleep.  But alas, nothing was working.


Let me back track here for a minute.  When Buster was younger, his special time with me was climbing into my bed while we waited for CL to come.  We would visit about the day and sing songs.  We came up with our own special list of songs that we would sing each night. Some were children's songs from Church, others were nonsense songs, and one of his favorite was from Winnie the Pooh.


I asked Buster if he wanted to climb in bed with CL and I and we'd sing songs.  Buster is almost 13 years old, so I was surprised that he said yes.  We sang the whole list of songs and he began to settle down...I was so tired, I'd had a pretty rough night myself with aching legs and a headache that wouldn't go away... 
but I was so grateful that he was beginning to feel better.  After awhile he went back to his own room.  CL leaned over and said, 'Becky, you did good!'