The perfect family.
The perfect relationship.
The perfect weight.
The perfect house.
The perfect blog.
The perfect kids.
Somehow in life, we seem to get caught up with this idea that everything has to be perfect.
We get so fixated on every element of our lives looking perfect to the outside world, that it is easy to forget what happens on the inside and what really matters.
For the past nine years, I have been working towards my son having perfect hips.
The kind that fit together nearly like an egg in an egg cup, with no sharp edges of clunky bits.
The reality that this might never happen but it doesn’t mean that his body doesn’t work for him.
As I looked at the image on the screen with our surgeon, who is world renowned and has been a part of Team Trice since Lucas was finally diagnosed at 3 months old, the conversation we have about angles and neck shafts suddenly made everything else in my life fall into place.
The hip is stable, like our life.
Yes, there is a bit that is a little high and isn’t textbook, again like our life.
He isn’t in pain and that is what really matters.
Yes, they could operate again now and tweak the bones so that on paper (well, x-ray film) it looks like an anatomical image from a medical book BUT would that make it perfect for him?
It could be that he would be in pain.
That his bone overgrows again, as it has done in the past.
That it wouldn’t be perfect for him and his body.
This all makes sense to me.
I have to go with the expert.
To see that this little boy who has been broken and fixed more times than I like to think about, is actually really bloody perfect.
He is happy.
He has a smile that has lit up many lives.
He runs and jumps.
He is his swimming teachers’ great achievement – Nigel’s words not mine.
He plays football, hockey, cricket and is starting rugby in a few weeks time.
So maybe, just maybe, that makes things pretty much perfect for him and for us for right now.
Have a great weekend everyone.