My BFF's son, the Skateboard King, had major surgery this week to correct a congenital deformity. His rib cage was concave, and they inserted a metal bar into his chest to force the ribs to pop out rather than in.
So let me take part of that back. The surgery itself was not all that major (in the sense that the incisions are small and the procedure is relatively simple), but the recovery? Oh. My. Gawd.
My friend's poor little boy has had pain that no 14-year-old (or any-year-old) should have to endure. Yes, he is medicated up the ying-yang, but you can watch it wear off.
Anyway, I spent a lot of time at the hospital with him and BFF during his six-day stay. On Sunday, I took the Roo-girl with me.
Roo is a year younger than SK, but they are in the same grade (he did an extra year of nursery school for good measure). They have grown up together. They are also cousins in a complicated family tree that has them sharing great-great-grandparents. (One day, I will tell the story of how I met my BFF -- and found out way later that we were related!)
Over the years, they have tolerated or ignored each other, but recently, they have become fast, fast friends, and she ached to go see him.
And so we did.
I tried to prepare her for what she would see, but she was shocked anyway. And I should mention that he looked really good by this point and was going home the next day.
She did really well, though, and played video games with him and chattered away in her Roo-like manner.
But the pain of this procedure has its peaks and valleys. She watched her cousin/friend go through both. And pretty soon, I found her sitting in my lap.
I knew we were at our limit. I gave SK a last kiss on the head, hugged my BFF and her husband, and we were on our way.
Roo was very quiet on the ride home.
Until she turned to me and said this:
"If you could live on the moon or under the ocean, which one would you pick?"
"Wow," I answered. "I think it would depend on how safe it was. Would they be leak-free?" (I'm such a Practical Pig.)
"Yes, totally safe," she answered.
"Hmmm, I think the ocean. No, wait. I think the moon. Then I could always watch the stars."
I was kinda proud of this answer, thinking that I was thinking all Roo'ishly.
"Where would you want to be?" I asked her.
She looked at me. Her eyes were an intense green.
"I want to be wherever you are."
And then my heart burst.