Physical Therapy and Mama from Il Divo?

Noah our fourth born son was out dirt-biking in the woods, with flip-flops, shorts and no helmet.  I was quick to yell, “Get a helmet on.  If you crash and hit a tree I am not taking care of you if you end up in a wheelchair.”  Something I often say when they are doing dangerous things, trying to scare them into NOT doing whatever it is they are doing.  If anything ever did happen you know I would care for them forever.

I just happened to look out the window not even five minutes later and him on the ground.  My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as I stood, frozen, watching to see if he was going to collapse and die in front of my eyes.  I could tell by the look on his face that he was in a lot of pain.  After a few seconds of staring, I realized he was going to live through this I ran out the door to come to his rescue.

Four weeks later, after X-rays, MRI’s and referrals, we learn that he has a complete ACL tear, would need surgery, and  months of phyical therapy.  This is two weeks after Alexander spent four days in the hospital to fix the snapped-in-half forearm.

At one of Noah’s physical therapy appointments at the Everett Events Center, a stream of  huge beautiful touring buses were rounding the corner.  Wow, famous people must be in there I thought.  I went to check out who was coming to town for a concert.  Security told me it was divo.  You mean, like, the ’80s Devo with the cone hats and sang Whip It?  I looked at the people buying tickets; there was no way these were Devo fans.  Never heard of Il Divo.  I looked them up on line later and once I saw who they were, it sort of explained the dolled-up women waiting to get in to the concert.

The first song I heard was on YouTube, Mama.  As I sat listening to this song with tears streaming down my face, I was dreaming that my own boys were singing it to me.  Wake -up Kary, like that would ever happen.

In spite of the lack of expressed apperciation, my love for my boys is so huge that it has driven me to my fair share of tears over the years.  My hope and prayer is that they know, how much we sacrificed to give them the best, unconditional love, catering to each of their each one of their amazingly different personalties, playing no favorites, hoping and trusting that we have modeled Christ’s love for them so that some day they will all choose to have Faith of their own, loving and serving Jesus all of their days.

You actually need to click on the video.  They have not allowed embedding.  Turkeys.