Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Oops! She did it again.

And I don't mean that in a good way.

Club volleyball has ended before it even began.  Last week, my dear daughter was hurrying to get to her meeting before school.  She parked, got her book bag and then reached back in to get her tea.  That's when she conked her head on the door jam and guess what?  Yup, she got her 4th concussion in less than a year.  What are we going to do with her?

We are NOT allowing her to play club volleyball, which is just starting up for the season.  This was going to be her last year and I was looking forward to watching her play at a higher age level and with stronger players.  I really love going to the all day tournaments.  Yes, they do get long sometimes, but I love the sport and enjoy watching the team play.  And I have made some great friends along the way. 

We have been telling her since the car wreck that if she gets another concussion, she will have to stop playing.  It isn't worth her health or her future for a short pleasure of volleyball.  She handled it great!  I told her she accepted that so much better than I would have at her age, and I honestly think I had the hardest time accepting this. 

We do believe this door is closing for a reason.  We may never know for sure why, but can trust that God has something planned, or a protection we will not need to worry about, now that she is no longer playing this sport. 

Now we move forward with weekends free and evenings available for homework.  And my dear daughter has grown and is better for it because of this abrupt change and her ability to handle it so well. 

2013 is starting off a bit challenging, but when is life NOT a challenge?  I really don't think I want to live a life where I'm not being challenged in some way.  But sometimes I'd like the challenge to not be so hard.


  1. Goodness! Put a helmet on that girl!
    God has something better planned for her. Your baby's growing up, way to go on her accepting what came in her path.

    1. I know. I am so proud of her. I told her I would have been a crying mess at her age. Heck, it was hard for me to accept this at my age.
      ~ Peggy