My eldest was thrown to the ground on Tuesday by one of his mates. They were playing. He landed on his elbow and although he mentioned it, never really complained until last night, when he was quite unwell. So off to the doctors we went, only to be sent for an x-ray. It seems it may be fractured. We are being sent to a specialist in a couple of weeks so it can't be urgent. Still, this child of mine seems to have a high threshold for pain. He doesn't complain this one, not unless something is really wrong, and then it comes out of him in the quietest way, thus requiring my bestest perception skills.
I started taking photos and heard someone say "Must be an art student."
"Sure am," I answered smiling in return. What they don't know is that I was like this before I was a student. This is our reflection in the corner round mirror. The light is my flash which I kicked myself for at the time, but actually quite like it now. How small my son looked.
This is the child who had virul meningitis for nearly a week and it wasn't until he was critically ill that we noticed something was up. We were treating him for a headache.
He's worried the camera will effect the x-ray machine.
I enjoyed our time together. The opportunities are not as plentiful as they once were. He went for a date with his dad last night for dessert and loved it. I just seem to bang heads with him more and more these days. He bought me a coffee today. He is growing up.