I dropped Charlie off at school yesterday (Sunday) around noon for football camp. By about 5 pm, I get a text message that says, "I feeling boring." Wow--big change from his excitement over karate camp!
Later, before bed, I get another text message that says, "I hard work football."
I'm not sure how to interpret that one. Is he saying he's working hard at it? Or that he feels it's hard work? Hmmmm....
Today at work, I got a call from the athletic trainer saying I need to come pick him up. What the huh?????
It seems he was complaining that his hip was hurting him. That surprised me--the wound had been healed up, and the doctor had cleared him for both karate camp and football camp. And Charlie had successfully finished out the entire week of karate camp without complaining of it hurting so why all of a sudden is it starting now? Is it just that he doesn't care for football camp and this is his way of getting out of it? She said it seemed like he was putting his all into it, and she was sorry to see him go, because he was showing some real promise.
I asked her to take a look at his hip and tell me how it looked. She hadn't realized he had something wrong there, she just thought it was hurting. When she saw his surgical wound, I heard a little gasp. She said it looked scabbed over.
There was no scab when I dropped him off. His skin had been smooth and healed--a red scar, but healed. But I couldn't seem to get to the bottom of it by questioning her and having her question him. I was going to have to see the words come off his hands in person.
Rick and I piled into the car tonight and headed out to Frederick to get him.
Poor Charlie. It turns out that the hip had opened up last night during their first session, but he didn't say anything to anyone. He soaked off the scab in the shower and hoped it would get better overnight. But the next morning, they were practicing tackles, and he was getting hit repeatedly right on that spot. When he decided he couldn't finish the drill, the coach asked him if he didn't like football, and Charlie finally showed him the wound. Coach told him he couldn't keep playing on that, it would just keep getting worse. So Charlie made the sensible decision that he would have to come home. Wasn't a problem at karate camp, because he wasn't getting hit and was careful to lead off with his other side while fighting so he didn't get kicked there.
I thought he would be really disappointed about it, because he had been talking nonstop about wanting to join the football team, but he seems to be taking it very matter-of-factly. He's not even sure he will go back to it next summer, because there is an age limit of 18 to play during the season, and if he goes next year, he will be playing JV, and then will turn 18 before getting to the varsity team.
I guess I won't be a football mom after all, and Charlie will never have one of those multi-million dollar contracts with the NFL.
That's okay--I'm a karate mom at heart, anyway. And it sure will make our schedule this fall easier to coordinate.
So much for the down time and that list...
Later, before bed, I get another text message that says, "I hard work football."
I'm not sure how to interpret that one. Is he saying he's working hard at it? Or that he feels it's hard work? Hmmmm....
Today at work, I got a call from the athletic trainer saying I need to come pick him up. What the huh?????
It seems he was complaining that his hip was hurting him. That surprised me--the wound had been healed up, and the doctor had cleared him for both karate camp and football camp. And Charlie had successfully finished out the entire week of karate camp without complaining of it hurting so why all of a sudden is it starting now? Is it just that he doesn't care for football camp and this is his way of getting out of it? She said it seemed like he was putting his all into it, and she was sorry to see him go, because he was showing some real promise.
I asked her to take a look at his hip and tell me how it looked. She hadn't realized he had something wrong there, she just thought it was hurting. When she saw his surgical wound, I heard a little gasp. She said it looked scabbed over.
There was no scab when I dropped him off. His skin had been smooth and healed--a red scar, but healed. But I couldn't seem to get to the bottom of it by questioning her and having her question him. I was going to have to see the words come off his hands in person.
Rick and I piled into the car tonight and headed out to Frederick to get him.
Poor Charlie. It turns out that the hip had opened up last night during their first session, but he didn't say anything to anyone. He soaked off the scab in the shower and hoped it would get better overnight. But the next morning, they were practicing tackles, and he was getting hit repeatedly right on that spot. When he decided he couldn't finish the drill, the coach asked him if he didn't like football, and Charlie finally showed him the wound. Coach told him he couldn't keep playing on that, it would just keep getting worse. So Charlie made the sensible decision that he would have to come home. Wasn't a problem at karate camp, because he wasn't getting hit and was careful to lead off with his other side while fighting so he didn't get kicked there.
I thought he would be really disappointed about it, because he had been talking nonstop about wanting to join the football team, but he seems to be taking it very matter-of-factly. He's not even sure he will go back to it next summer, because there is an age limit of 18 to play during the season, and if he goes next year, he will be playing JV, and then will turn 18 before getting to the varsity team.
I guess I won't be a football mom after all, and Charlie will never have one of those multi-million dollar contracts with the NFL.
That's okay--I'm a karate mom at heart, anyway. And it sure will make our schedule this fall easier to coordinate.
So much for the down time and that list...
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