Today I took the kids on a much anticipated trip to The Lost Island Waterpark. They had been working on me for weeks to take them and today was the day.
It started off great, all of us going on many of the slides without much fuss about the long lines and the 98 degree weather. But as the day went on, Nick started to get angry and unhappy.
We took a break for lunch and drinks to calm things down. Nick said he felt better and was having a good time.
Unfortunately, Nick had tripped earlier on some steps when he was excited about getting to one of the slides and really hurt his foot. He refused to stop and wanted to continue to walk and enjoy the park.
As I watched Nick walk with a strange limp, left arm curled up and looking sideways toward the ground, I began to notice many of the other kids. Lots of kids around Nick's age running around together, going on slides with friends and laughing and having a good time. I began to think, why? Why Nick? Why can't he have this life, too?
Tonight I keep thinking about today. I remember when Nick could do what all the other kids could do. He loved to ride his bike, play hide and seek with his friends, play sports with his brother - he use to tackle Brad (4 years older) like he was made to be a line backer! The memories make me smile but with a little tear attached...
I'm angry, I'm sad and I absolutely HATE this disease. I want the old Nick back, I want him to have fun again and enjoy the things kids are suppose to enjoy.
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