If you read my last post, you know my son, Bubba, broke his wrist. His arm is in a cast. This hasn't stopped him from having fun.
He was invited to a birthday party for one of his friends - a bowling party.
"Are you sure you want to go?" I asked. "We could just drop off the present and come home."
He looked at me like I had three eyeballs. "Are you crazy, Mama? I'm going. And I'm bowling!"
All right, then.
I brought him to the bowling alley and stayed for a little while, just to make sure he was okay. The boy got on his bowling shoes (with a little help), and grabbed a ball. This was a major challenge because he broke his dominant wrist. I thought for sure he was going to drop the ball on his big toe and break that! But no. He wobbled to the lane and heaved the ball on to it. I watched as it snaked along, bumping into the gutter guards.
There's no way he's going to get even one pin down, I thought.
Boy, was I wrong! On the last bounce off the gutter guard, it made a dead aim for the center pin...and knocked all of them down!
I was in a complete state of disbelief.
Bubba turned around and gave me a big grin. "See, Mama. I'm even better with a broken wrist!"