Beloved was born with Legg-Perthes Disease. Sounds frightening doesn’t it? It’s not really. Legg-Perthes is a form of osteonecrosis of the hip that is found only in children (1 in 1200) of which only about 5% are girls. Basically, bone death occurs in the ball of the hip which interrupts blood flow. The ball develops a fracture of the supporting bone, which signals the re-absorption of the bone by the body. The lost bone is slowly replaced by new tissue and bone.
Interestingly enough, children with LPD tend to be shorter in stature. This is not the case with Beloved, who stands a healthy six feet tall. The doctors informed Beloved’s parents that he would walk with a limp and would probably never run. He wore his little braces for a couple of years and when they removed it…he ran. You couldn’t stop him.
The picture that sits on my desk is one of my favorites. The smile on his face, featuring his Norwegian ancestry, reminds me so much of his mother that it makes me sigh. I loved his mother. The fact that I have this picture is somewhat of a miracle.
You see, I have a sister-in-law who
I am soooo cruel
Anyway, because my SIL kept saying to my MIL, “When you die I want that knife,” my MIL asked me what I wanted. I told I didn’t want anything. She pushed me a little bit and I confessed to her that the one thing that she had that I wanted was the black and white photo of my Beloved in his leg brace.
“I just love that picture,” I remember saying.
It wasn’t too long after that conversation that MIL gave me the photo. I quipped, “But you’re not dead yet!” She chuckled in her way and told me she wanted me to have it.
My MIL died May 10, 2003. It was sudden and tragically shocking. In many ways, I don’t think any of us have fully recovered from her loss. Not that we’d bring her back…after all, the poor woman was married for 49 years to FIL (and you know how I feel about him).
Looking at this picture, I remember the goodness in my MIL and I see that same mellow, goodness in my Beloved. The older he gets, the more like his sweet mother he becomes. I see her in his twinkling, sky blue eyes and his graying hair. I see her in the lines around his eyes and the set of his jaw when he’s miffed. All that and he has her wacky, strange, fringing on the downright bizarre sense of humor. I’m so grateful that my Beloved has taken after his mother and not after his father.
I had a run-in with FIL yesterday and I won’t report the details, but let me just say that I have never been so grateful in my life that Beloved follows after his mother. So. Grateful.
I’m not a big fan of divorce.