Nothing like the snap of bones to remind you of the fragility of life and little people.
I’m sure the painful memory of finding Sun in a crumpled little heap holding his disfigured arm will stay with me far longer than the memory of the pain of the break will stay with Sun.
He is already trying to race back into life. He wants his cast off so he can learn to ski. He wants to do one-armed push ups to keep up his strength.
I want to stick him to my side and stop anything hurting him again.
Oh yeah, that’s right, not possible. That hurts. Parenting is painful sometimes.