I keep saying we're upping our ten day trip to a twelve day to get in SeaWorld and a day trip to the Atlantic Coast. If I add milling around Orlando for a day, I better make that thirteen, huh? And that's too unlucky, of course, so we should round it to a full two weeks!
You can get a lot done in two weeks, but if you are taking time to relax you can't get it all done, we sure found that out, but that just leaves something to look forward to next time!
Anybody want to hire me for another part-time job? I'm free but 11 p.m. and 3:30 a.m.!
If I may be a bragging mom for a moment, Trent did very well in his high school sports. He played basketball (his passion) and soccer all of his years. Lots of travel, long summers at camps and tournaments, lots of money, but lots of thrills and good times. He loved every minute! He had/has natural athletic ability, and he worked hard. He was very short until he reached about ninth grade, so he had to really prove himself. At one tournament, the lady at the gate said, "Yeah, right!" when he said 'player' as they walked through. He had to pull open his coat and reveal his warm-up to prove it. I think it gave him a little spark, though, because that little point guard who wasn't big enough to be a player ran circles around that team and we (our team) tore that team up big-time!
Trent ended up getting several MVP awards, including in his senior year for both basketball and soccer, had district and regional honors in both and college scholarships in both. He was named Mr. Athletic in the Senior Superlatives.
His playing days were ended in a soccer match the last two minutes of senior night when he went to kick the ball into the goal and the goalie's knee hit him in the stomach. The school trainer let the campus doctor see him, but they said it would probably be fine. It was not known until the next day the extent of the injuries. In the middle of the night, he got sick, which worried me a little.
The next morning, he said he was staying home, and I knew he felt bad, because he had not missed a day all year. He became increasingly ill during the day, went to school to see his trainer, and was sent straight to the hospital. Turns out that that kick had busted every organ in his stomach! It was a freak thing that the doctors could not explain - just the way the guy hit him just tore him up. He had liver and spleen damage that they could see, and when they got into surgery they found a hole in his stomach, as well. They said every organ in there was torn or bruised, as in injuries they see in 80 mph car crashes. They said they had never seen anything like it and never would again! They also said another two hours and he would have collapsed (at his senior banquet) and died.
Needless to say, Senior Banquet was not quite a happy occasion. His tux went unworn, and his friends wore their tuxes and gowns to the hospital waiting room. His date went dateless, poor girl, after he insisted she leave the hospital and go to the banquet for at least a little while.
He was not able to finish his senior year, but he did walk ever so gently and very bent over to receive his diploma with his friends. His story was on the front page of The Tennessean, it was that unusual! He had an eight month recovery, and by that time, college ball was out of the question. That's when he got into his weightlifting stuff, as he recuperated, He thought about getting back to playing basketball, but then he just got into adult life and let it go.
That changed our lives, and it's one of the reasons I cherish every day. Sorry for running way away from Disney topics, but I need to get this out every so often just to relive it and re-appreciate my kids. Thanks for giving me the opportunity.
I wish Baylor all great things in all of his sports days. It will make for exciting years ahead!