It’s 1985. Doc Brown has just arrived back from the future, steps out of his DeLorean, and tells me, “Great Scott! Whatever you do, DO NOT go to 2020!”


Why not, Doc?

“There’s a global pandemic! The world gets shut down, you won’t go into a store for 53 days, you’ll have 3 trips cancelled, you’ll forget how to talk to people or put on makeup. And when you do put on makeup, you’ll immediately smear it all on the inside of your face mask and ask yourself why you put on makeup.


…But then, after much discussion and changes of plans and months of uncertainty, you and your husband will go to a remote beach to celebrate your 19th anniversary, taking a much-needed break from the four walls of your house.


…You’ll share a long, deserted beach with nearly no one except for the crabs and the birds and the creepy driftwood.


…But while you’re sitting at a restaurant for the first time in in 61 days (61 days without eating out!! Can you imagine??) (outdoor seating only, of course), you’ll get a call from your mom that your son fell off his cousin’s hoverboard and broke his wrist! But don’t worry – there will be VIDEO PHONES by then, so it’ll be like you’re in the ER with him but actually you’ll be in your condo at the beach. I’m telling you. The future is crazy!!”


Okay, Doc. Um. Well, the hoverboard part makes sense anyway.


So yeah.

Noah gave us an extra special anniversary gift.

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Thankfully, it hurt so little that he was confused at the fact that it was, indeed, broken.

You see, two weeks ago, we had given his cousin Andi a Hawaiian Shaved Ice machine for her birthday. Which Noah definitely wanted for himself. But then he saw Andi on her hoverboard, another birthday present, and he fell deeply in love. Watching Andi flippantly and expertly drive that two-wheeled contraption around like she was controlling it with her mind, all while casually eating a shaved ice…


well, it was a taste of the future.


And Noah wanted the future.


Noah had asked Chris and I if he could buy one with his money. We were both slow to answer, not sure of  how safe hoverboards were these days.

Chris told Noah that he would think about it while we were gone on our trip.


So when Gramamma took Ali and Noah to visit at their cousin’s house on mine and Chris’ first full day of quiet beaches and solitude, Noah of course had to try out this device for himself.

It did not go as well as he’d planned.


You see, he ran into a flower pot.



Which caused him to fall backwards and catch himself on his wrist. Which actually did not hurt that bad…as long as he kept ice on it. And didn’t move it. Oh and it had a nice swelling and bump to it that very much reminded me of my 7th grade wrist-breaking incident.

I was texting with Adolfo, our Pediatrist friend, who consulted last time Noah needed to go to the ER, to find out if he thought it needed x-rays. Noah said it barely hurt. Could it (possibly-please-there’s-a-pandemic-going-on) just be sprained?

Adolfo answered. “He probably does need x-rays, but I’ll be glad to go get him from your mom take him in real quick.”


Um, what? Aren’t you like, a busy doctor?

“I got off early today. It’s really no problem.”

Okay. We’ll take it.

What followed on our end was several hours of tense waiting… updates… consent for care over the phone… insurance information texted… finding out that it was truly good and broken… and wondering.


Wondering if we would need to come home.

Because if he needed surgery on his broken arm the next day, we really should pack up, cancel our trip, and drive the 5 hours home to be there with our kid.

But if he was just fixable by a quick set-and-cast, well, the kid was in no pain and was clearly going to love being King of Gramammas with his cast propped up for the rest of the weekend, so obviously us coming home would just be a disappointment and cramp his style.


So we waited. And finally, we heard the news. All he needed was a minor sedation, a yank to get the bone back in place, a quick wrap in a cast, and he was done. He would be back at Gramammas before we could have gotten home anyway.


All was well.

Noah became The Injury King.

Adolfo was already The Doctor King.

And we, well – we got to stay on our much-needed vacation from reality.


p.s. – he totally signed his own cast.

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p.p.s. – And he also let Buddy the Snake sign it.

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p.p.p.s. – But he never wants a hoverboard, and has already ordered himself a Hawaiian Shaved Ice machine instead.



6 thoughts on “Break to the Future.

  1. You’ve outdone yourself for a LONG TIME with this one! That Mama Bear adrenaline rush must have shifted your creativity neurons into overdrive. Kudos!

  2. I’m glad he wasn’t in any pain and glad you were able to finish your much needed vacation.. My youngest has a skateboard that she earned the money to buy and I told her please do not fall and break anything at this time ! So far so good

  3. We were at the hospital with a broken thumb during the pandemic too! Three children, 12 years of parenting and we break a thumb DURING A PANDEMIC. I wish I could say I was on a beach! Glad you got to get out of town! (and the 4 walls of your house).

  4. Oh my goodness! I’m sorry for Noah, but I’m even more sorry for you and Chris that you had this blip on your vacation! I’m so glad you could finish it though. Is your poor mom okay? I know when one of the kids gets hurt when my mom’s watching, it almost hurts her more!

    Alabama beaches look so perfect. I’m stuck in Wisconsin and we still haven’t busted out shorts. I’m ready to move to Birmingham. Need a neighbor?!?!?! :)

  5. This is what I always worry about. My husband and I have taken time away (usually 4-5 days) every year since our oldest was born – I feel strongly it is necessary for our marriage, and good for the kids, too. And it’s not that my parents aren’t completely capable in an emergency (to be honest, they would probably handle it better than I would), I am always plagued with the “what if”. Not enough to stop us from going, but regardless, so happy to have your example with a good ending to look back on when the what if’s strike.

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