Again. And again. And again.

My kid loves gymnastics.  She’s the kind of kid who can never sit still.  Even in the womb, my little standing-up breach baby’s legs were constantly on the go, go, go!  Her breach position is probably what gave her legs so much power and energy…they were never cramped up all pretzel-like as most other babies’ seem to be.  So as soon as it was financially possibly, I put her in gymnastics class.  That was nearly 3 years ago and it’s one of those things that still gets her excited every week.  Even after she fractured her left arm in two places back on Memorial Day, Elle managed to find a way to continue her gymnastics while working on her leg muscles instead. 

Her arm healed beautifully and Elle soon learned how to do a back kickover.  I’ve since taught her how to do a back walkover.  Just last night, Elle and her friend T were practicing their back walkovers in the front yard.  This was after their scheduled gymnastics class.  Every now and again, one of the girls would wear out and collapse when their arms could no longer support them flipping around. 

But this morning Elle told me her arm was throbbing…something about having fallen on it pretty hard last night.  I asked her to show me where exactly is the pain…your wrist? a muscle pull?  PLEASE DON’T POINT TO THE SAME SPOT THAT WAS FRACTURED ON MEMORIAL DAY.  So she pointed to the same spot that was fractured on Memorial Day.


I’m sure you can imagine what it was like for her tonight as we sat in an urgent care clinic for 3 hours (with no dinner) and waited out the newest x-ray:

A simple sprain.  That’s all.

No, that’s not all.  A sprain is never really that simple.  It hurts.  And Elle is letting everyone know how badly it hurts.  I can’t blame her, though.  Not only has she lost the use of her left arm (temporarily, of course) but she’s back on the limited exercise routine in her gymnastics class.  And she’s just worked up the nerve to do back walkovers.  Now she’ll have to learn it all over again!  Even a week away from a skill can have a serious impact on Elle because it’s all about confidence.  And I’m so terrified that she’ll get nervous again to try it next time. 

I guess the good thing is that she’s already proved she can do it…she’ll just have to prove she can do it again.


About Dena

I'm a suburban Clevelander by way of Oklahoma City, by way of North Florida, by way of Southern Maryland, by way of Upper Michigan, by way of Northern Italy, by way of Lower Michigan, by way of Texas. Because of living in so many places, I have something in common with almost everyone I meet. I love reading, writing, and American history (especially reading or writing about American history). I'm interested in culture of place, historical trauma, and writing about the kinds of histories most people don't know about.
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