I’m linking up with The MOB Society again today for their weekly “Let’s hear it for the boys!” sharefest. I’m proud of my middle kiddo this week for trying to keep a positive attitude when he would be justified in sulking a while.

Let’s just say that playground tag + “pop” sound + lots of pain & swelling = sprained ankle … hopefully, just a sprain.

The accident happened on Friday after school, so we iced & wrapped it Friday night, then went to the urgent care center on Saturday morning when it appeared to be more than just a twisted ankle. He came home with a splint and crutches.

We went to his follow-up appt yesterday, and the doc is concerned about how the growth plate area looks on the x-ray & the fact that it’s still tender in that spot. So, we’ve got to visit the orthopedist. He was disappointed to leave the office still in crutches, but the doc did a good job of explaining that we want to take good care of the growth plate and be sure that it heals properly, if it is damaged, that way, he doesn’t have any problems growing big and tall like his Daddy (who stood 6′ 5″, if I recall correctly).

All in all, he’s had a pretty chipper attitude about the whole ordeal. In fact, this morning on the way to school, he made the comment that he’ll have to miss Mileage Club today (they run during PE every Thursday, and he’s trying to rack up 30+ miles over the school year). I told him I was sorry that he would have to miss it, because I know how much he likes running. He said, “Well, it’s for my own good.”

Pray for my lil’ runner, please … the novelty of having crutches has long since worn off.