My Hero

So if you read my most recent birthday post, here, you saw the card that my precious Lizzie made for me.

It reads that everyone thinks that I am a hero.

Oh no my sweet one!

You are the hero and it couldn't have been more evident than in the last 2 weeks.

After 9 weeks in a cast, 6 of those in a wheelchair, with not one but 2 casts...

I took you to soccer practice.

You were weaker and you had to wear your leg brace but you were determined.

I told your coach that you wanted to try but that you were in a brace that prevented you from bending your ankle and that you had not done anything in 9 weeks and that you might need or want to take a break every now and again.

 

Your coach reassured you that you could take a break whenever you needed it and as you walked away, he turned to me and said...

"You know she won't take a break, right?"

Yep, I knew...

and sure enough...

you played the entire practice and played hard...

 

and while you are not quite ready to play in a game...

 

last weekend...

 

you got to dress out and warm up and act as co-captain along with your amazing sister, who has been your biggest cheerleader and helper.

 

 

Oh my...

 

No, the hero is not I but you my dear.

 

I am merely the hero's mom and so thankful to be so!

 

I cannot wait to be able to post video from that very first game!

 

Knowing you, it won't be long!