Today we started back with our schedule and all in all, it was a great time. 

Son is having a bit of hard time, since the accident, coming to terms with the fact that he may not jump around, slide down the stairs, participate in any physical play whatsoever, or do any of his normal "boy" activities.  Two weeks, at least.  I'd like it to be longer, myself.  I haven't told him he will not be getting together with his friends for a while either.

We were warned that with the kind of injury he has, any addition jarring of the brain, or trauma in the slightest order, could be extremely dangerous.  Just jumping up and down can be catastrophic.  Though he has no outside signs of injury, other than forgetting the accident itself, he is still an injured little boy.

So today, he broke down and in his frustration cried out all the "why" questions.  Heartwrenching, to be sure.  It's so easy to forget in our "wisdom of old age" how easy it is to doubt and be afraid when you're little (or even when you're not!).

Having begun very earlier grounding him in the Biblical truths and principles of God's Word, I sometimes think he remembers everything I've ever told him.  Like just how much his Heavenly Father loves him and cares for him.  We talked once more about why bad things happen; how sin and a cursed world effect our time here on earth.  How even as God watches out for us, that doesn't mean we are never to be without the consequences of a fallen world.  I reassured him that if he had died, he'd have been home--we'd have been a wreck, but he'd have been ok.  I had the pleasure of telling him in no uncertain terms, that God has an incredible plan for him--a reason and purpose for laying His healing hand upon him and for having him be right here where he is.

We also talked about the things we know like scripture.  I quoted to him some of the many verses he's learned and applied them to the situation.  Tears filled his little eyes and I told him to remember the truth that God has shown him.  I know there are reasons we've learned the verses we have, and God has blessed us because of them.  We talked about how God's Word does not return void and helps to uphold us even in our times of need.  We prayed together and he spent some time praying alone.

His depression didn't last long.  I know he's frustrated not being able to run and play.  I know he's scared about how easily he was hurt.  Time will help, and I think he'll grow from this experience. 

Thank you for all your prayers, emails and comments!  I've had my own moments of near collapse in all this.  I know in the grand scheme of things, it's such a minor accident.  I just can't imagine going through ANY trauma without the hope of Christ.