Proud doesn’t describe it..
As many of you know, 5 years ago, DM was a cloverbud getting ready to show his first cow ever! The excitement was on point for all of us (nerves for this mama though). I made it to his show with his boots with 25 mins to spare (Made excellent time if I do say so myself 💪🏻). When I walked into the barn, he was nowhere to be found. My immediate thoughts were “oh shit! He’s in the ring already and he doesn’t have his boots on!” Until I heard a scream. A very painful scream, and someone come up to me with tears in their eyes and telling me “he’s going to be okay.” I instantly dropped his boots and ran outside to see my son on the ground screaming, an off duty EMT cutting his clothes off of him yelling for an ambulance. My heart dropped. I can’t remember much of what happened after that, besides calling my boss telling her I wouldn’t be at work the next day, DM had been trampled by his cow and was headed to Strong Hospital with significant injuries. I remember calling my father in-law and asking him to take me to the hospital because I couldn’t drive. I watched them switch ambulances in front of my in route to load my son up on morphine and in a better equipped vehicle to handle extreme emergencies.
Long story short, a little internal bruising, a broken femur, 2 surgeries, 5 days in the hospital, 6 weeks in a wheelchair, 6 weeks of PT, he’s a normal, athletic, spit fire!
Let’s get to the “proud” part. This kid has shown cows ever since his injury. He took first place this year in his weight class. Proud doesn’t describe my feelings, and the tears? Oh the tears! He never ceases to amaze me!