Breaking the Cycle – Post Two
Posted by triciaandersen
I have been waiting all weekend to post this. I wanted to wait until after the Blog Hop and Tuesday Tales so I wouldn’t take attention away from them.
One of my intentions when I started this story was to keep the reason I am writing it anonymous. Well, I am about to blow that out of the water. We went to Ali’s basketball tournament this weekend. I’ve tried raising her to never see her disorder as a crutch. I want her to live her life despite the fact she has CVS (I have Intracranial Hypertension so it’s a shared philosophy).
So my 10-year-old daughter plays basketball (and volleyball and throws for track) with a disorder that can flare up and attack when she gets too hot. She plays with a cooling vest to keep her body temperature level. She’s had two minor episodes this season. I spent a lot of the weekend wondering what possessed Brian and I to let her even do this. She spends a lot of time on the bench because she cannot physically keep up with everyone else for long periods of time.
But she tries. She is living her life despite her disorder – just like I want her to. She loves her team and she loves her coaches. She’s proud to be a Crusader. And I am proud to be her mom.
Max hung up his jacket in the employee locker room then checked his watch. Seven-thirty. He could get a couple miles in on the treadmill before his shift started. He lifted his foot onto the bench anchored to the ground to retie his shoe.
Max looked up at the soft feminine voice that greeted him. Chloe stood in the doorway, her purple tank top and running shorts clinging tight to her small frame. Her brown hair was tied up in its customary ponytail brushing lightly against her shoulders.
“Hey, Chloe. How are you feeling?”
“Better, thanks. Thank you for covering for me yesterday.”
“No worries.” Max dropped his foot to the floor and stood straight. He was pretty tall at 6’4″. Chloe hardly made it to his chest. The huge difference in size made him feel instinctively protective of her.
“Well, I have Zumba so I better go. I just wanted to thank you. I know I put you in an awful position yesterday.”
“Chloe, wait,” Max rushed. “I have something to ask you.”
“Do you want to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?”
Chloe frowned slightly. “I don’t know.”
Max’s heart plummeted in his chest. She wasn’t as interested in him as he was in her. “Come on, Chloe. It’s just dinner.”
Chloe stared at him wide-eyed for several moments. She finally smiled. “Sure.”
“Pick you up at seven?”
Max grinned excitedly as Chloe waved goodbye and jogged off to her class.
About triciaandersenI am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.
Posted on March 13, 2013, in author, books, fiction, novel, romance, story, Uncategorized, writing and tagged basketball, bench, coaches, cooling vest, cyclic vomiting, dinner, disorder, locker room, mom, ponytail, purple, shoe, team, throw, tournament, track, treadmill, volleyball, watch, zumba. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.