Matthew had soccer again last night. As I said before, his newest AFO does not fit in his indoor soccer shoe so we decided to let him go without it for that hour.
Seems like such a short period of time, but right now he is adjusting to the new AFO so he is not wearing it longer then a few hours. And it needs adjusting. Will need to call and make an appt with Ken. It is on my To Do List.
So, back to soccer. Last night, Matthew ran onto the field and only stopped when he had to. It was a joy to watch, and horrifying to watch. I found I kept watching his foot. It was awful. He was running full out on the side of his shoe and his ankle kept leaning farther and farther over. Honestly, it gave me a sick feeling in my stomach.
Half way through, I couldn;t watch anymore so I decided to watch only the top half of him. What a difference. He was so happy, smiling, laughing, running. He was a little boy having a great time.
When he came off, his coach came over and commented on how fast and how much running he was doing. Matthew was beaming. But I think that was because he won British Bulldog. He was the last one standing and the coach had the team clap for him. I thought Matthew's face would split open from that grin.
So what did I learn? I need to focus on his foot, but sometimes, even for a short period of time, I need to forget about it...just as he does.
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Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
That grin
Matthew had soccer tonight. I was worried about him running without his AFO. Thought he would trip and hurt himself on that indoor soccer surface.
Some days I need to give my head a shake. Did I really think that? Why?
He entered the gate of the field at a run, sprinted as fast as he could to the other side, put his water bottle up, got a ball and took off. During the game, he ran his heart out with a grin on his face the whole time. He kept up with them all and even took the ball away from the other team time and time again.
But his foot looked terrible. His foot was turned in and he was running on the side of it. And when he was walking, his ankle would roll every step.
But that was me seeing it. He didn't see it that way. Neither did his coach. Matthew took a ball to the face near the end. The whole crowd of parents gave a collective groan. The coach walked him off as I was making my way to him. He had a few tears, but was ok within minutes. His coach said 'he is just flying out there!' I mentioned, yes and even without his AFO. His coach had to do a double take and realized he was not wearing it.
It makes me feel good to realize that I do see more then most people. Maybe no other parent saw his odd gait, his terry fox hop. Maybe they never made it past that grin on the kid who was flying around the field.
Some days I need to give my head a shake. Did I really think that? Why?
He entered the gate of the field at a run, sprinted as fast as he could to the other side, put his water bottle up, got a ball and took off. During the game, he ran his heart out with a grin on his face the whole time. He kept up with them all and even took the ball away from the other team time and time again.
But his foot looked terrible. His foot was turned in and he was running on the side of it. And when he was walking, his ankle would roll every step.
But that was me seeing it. He didn't see it that way. Neither did his coach. Matthew took a ball to the face near the end. The whole crowd of parents gave a collective groan. The coach walked him off as I was making my way to him. He had a few tears, but was ok within minutes. His coach said 'he is just flying out there!' I mentioned, yes and even without his AFO. His coach had to do a double take and realized he was not wearing it.
It makes me feel good to realize that I do see more then most people. Maybe no other parent saw his odd gait, his terry fox hop. Maybe they never made it past that grin on the kid who was flying around the field.
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