I could cry.
My screen mad son, who is saved from the screens and boredom by a healthy interest in sport that does his so much good on so many levels, has just been diagnosed with Osgood Schlatters disease. Ironic that it is a disease of active adolescents in growth spurts when he is the smallest child I know of his age and hardly grows at all!
Its becoming more and more pronounced and we have to stop his beloved free running class, I only hope he can still trampoline and play rugby, but I'm not sure and I dread, absolutely dread, him not being able to do sport. Its a saviour for him and the only thing that gets him outside (he hates walking, dog, with me, anything)
Has anyone else had to deal with this? I know I should be thankful, - God willing he is a healthy child, but it feels like such a cruel blow to have the thing that makes him happy and manageable and does him so much good, slowly taken away.
In the midst of it, please excuse the pity party