I was shopping at Kohls last week when my phone rang. It was Tayden's coach, and my heart sank. I knew something was wrong. I answered, and my oldest was on the other end of the line. He said, "Mom. We have a problem. I just broke my collarbone." I dropped everything and headed to the school to pick him up. He was fine until he got in the car and he broke down in tears. He said, "I prayed last night. On my knees! That God would keep me safe this year." My heart has never broken quite like that before.
We got an x-ray and sure enough, it was broken. We got into the car and talked about what choices he had. He could either be angry and turn away from God, which honestly, would be understandable. Or, he could turn to God and let this be a refining moment. He could use this opportunity to draw closer to God and strengthen his testimony.
We got home, and our bishop came over to help give him a blessing. He talked about how grateful he was for a hard trial that his oldest son went through because it helped prepare him for his mission. He talked about having faith even when things are hard or we don't understand.
I did great the whole time we were out dealing with the broken bone, but when we got home, I lost it. I called my mom and told her how angry I was at God. I felt so betrayed for my son. I cried and cried the rest of the night. Not because I was upset that he wouldn't be playing football, but because my heart was breaking for him. The love and devastation I felt for my son in the moment was more than I could take. I was also wildly in awe of him, as he put on a brave face. It was crazy emotional.
As we talked, we decided we are going to expect a miracle, just as President Nelson taught. He is taking bone supplements and using bone rub. I am mustering every ounce of faith that I have for my son that he can heal quickly and play at the end of the season. I am determined there will be a lesson in this and I hope it is that faith can bring healing.
During all of this, I am so grateful for the community that has rallied around us. Countless people have called and texted to check on him. People have stopped us at the store and in the streets asking about him. Friends, teammates, and coaches have come to the house with treats and well wishes. They are the miracle in all of this.
This isn't how we anticipated his senior season going, but here we are. It's heartbreaking. But watching my son face this setback with such faith and determination has been completely awe-inspiring. He is so much more than football, and while this may slow him down, it's not going to stop him. I'm always proud of him on the field, but I'm forever proud of him on the field.