Well today was the finals for The Boys first season playing tackle football. Well 20 min before we were to leave he was whittling a block of wood trying to make a bear and got his thumb on the wrong side of the blade.
Well two things... one I guess his knife was sharp and two no game today. I was wrong about the second one. The Boy said between gasps of air and gritted teeth no way was he going to miss the last game. So now I'm at a loss he just sliced the side of his thumb and nail off he is holding a paper towel on it and crying cause he dosen't want to let the team down. So I washed it, dried it put triple antibiotic ointment on a gauze pad and wrapped it up with a half a roll of gauze wrap. Called Grandpa who was driving us to the game since Mom went early to sell tickets and work the concession stand for the first couple games. Anyhow grandpa comes over quick and we head to Walmart for more gauze and athletic wrap. I ended up making him a Q-tip club with 7 rolls of gauze and 3 rolls of the outer tape and he was there on time. He had tears in his eyes most of the pre game and kept saying it hurt and was like lightning and fire. I told him to sit down and cheer on the team. It was not an option for him. He played the 1st quarter on defense and sat for offense then by the 2nd quarter he was put in to run Ironman till the half. At halftime he had tears streaming down both sides of his face, I asked if he was hurting too bad, he said no he was so sad the season only had 30 min left. Lol
Second half only sat out 4 plays total. Had an open field tackle, got smoked on a block he didn't see coming lol, and got a shoe string sack. He just wouldn't quit. I'd say I'm proud but I feel like a guy can't be proud for something he didn't do.. and no one can teach heart. To say I am impressed would be an under statement. No way I'd have done anything like that in high-school let alone age 10.
The Boy has heart.