Last weekend my 37 year old husband played in our High School’s Alumni Football game.
I had some reservations about letting him play, afterall, he just had shoulder surgery before Christmas, and had surgery on the other shoulder about eight years ago. Needless to say, his shoulders don’t really need to get smashed up against men twice his size. I had visions of carting him around in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and honestly, was a nervous wreck throughout most of the game.
Thankfully, his shoulders made it through. Unfortunately, his right knee did not fare so well.
I saw him limping off the field sometime in the second quarter and watched as he paced back and forth along the sideline trying to walk it off. A few plays later, he motioned for me to come down to the fence, and I knew something was very wrong.
A little back story might give you the proper perspective.
As we drove into our home town a few days before the game I asked my husband a very important question. It went something like this:
“Honey, if you get creamed, and you’re lying on the field in a heap of paralyzed mess, do you want your loving wife to hurdle the fence and run out on the field to get to you?”
I thought this was a very thoughtful and loving question that took into consideration our stable relationship status while also respecting his manhood. His reply?
“NO! And if my mother tries to come on the field I need you to trip her.”
Hmmmf. I guess I know where we stand.
But back to his injury…
I made my way down to the fence, and was met with a very frustrated husband. He informed me that he his knee was hurt. Apparently, when he went to hurl his body into the man opposite him in an effort to block him, he planted his cleat in the ground. When he tried to turn his leg, his knee turned, but his cleat did not.
Thus a painful, twisted knee.
You’d think a painful, twisted knee would be enough to keep him out of the game, but no. The stubborn, stubborn man played two more quarters before gracefully bowing out and realizing he should probably hang up his helmet.
Later that night, after I got my football playing, stubborn, stubborn man back home and in bed, he got a cramp in his thigh. Sometime just after 2 AM he started rolling around in the bed clutching his leg, trying desperately not to wake up the whole house.
I immediately ran to get some of my mom’s doTERRA Deep Blue massage lotion. Deep Blue is an oil blend that helps with inflammation and the pain associated with it (it comes both as an oil, and as a lotion). I globbed it all over his poor, twisted leg and began to massage the cramp away. It was gone within just a few minutes.
Foot cramps came next.
To treat them, I massaged Deep Blue oil (mixed with a little bit of Grapeseed oil to make it go farther) on his feet (and I’m not a feet girl friends…this was totally a labor of love) followed by some Past Tense (another oil blend that can be helpful in relieving tension) and the cramps went away within just minutes.
Moral of the story?
When you’re 37, and you insist on playing football like you were 18, you’ll have to deal with your body’s protests later. Wives, make sure you have some Essential Oils on hand to help your stubborn, stubborn men recover (wink, wink).
Important Note: In spite of his injuries, I have to say that watching my man play football (and play very well ladies) was one of the most…ahem…inspiring things I’ve done lately. It reminded me of his strength, and determination to overcome despite all odds. I knew that’s who he was when I married him, but after 11 years of marriage, we sometimes forget about the qualities we loved most in our husbands, don’t we?
He would tell you that having me look at him again the way I did when we were dating was worth the physical injury. I’ve seen something similar happen in the hearts of my sons as mama communicates to them she believes in them and is delighted by them. Let’s remember the power we have as wives AND as mothers of boys to influence the way they feel about themselves with something so simple as an approving look.
*For information on using Essential Oils, click here. The first photo is mine. The second was taken by one of my high school friends.