Sunday, November 20, 2011
My heart is broken. My son has been training for the past six months for wrestling season which began this past Monday. The boys got certified yesterday and were so happy.
Last night my son and his wrestling buddy and best friend went out. What I did not know is that they went to get drunk and celebrate the certification and the start of the season.
My son's friend is much smaller than he is and some other drunk kid pushed him and my son punched him in the face. My son broke his hand.
Six months of intense work, constant drive to get better and better. Healthy eating, weight lifting, private wrestling lessons and in the blink of an eye, poof, gone.
I spend hours in the hospital with him last night. He is in a soft cast now, tomorrow he goes to the orthopedist and gets the bone set and the hard cast. The season is over. His friend got 10 stitches in his arm and will be wrestling again in two weeks.
His coach told him he would be the superstar of the team this year. He was so excited, couldn't wait for the first match.
Lots of tears being shed here, lots of pain both physically and emotionally. Being a single mom makes it really hard but I know I am strong and I will help him get through this.
What a tough lesson this is. I hope he learns from this, I really do.