My pain is nothing.

Got through, I think 34 shirts today. That's a lot.
My feet hurt a lot. My knee, too. Of course my knee always hurts.

My back hurts. I'm tired. It's hot and I worked hard hauling things out and in and out.

But while I was taking care of all the tie dye stuff, one of the little boys fell off the monkey bars and broke his arm.

We notified a parent immediately and she came to get him. One of the staff stayed with him indoors while they waited, and the rest of us went on working on shirts and playing outside. The other kids wouldn't have helped by being indoors, it would have upset him more to have people towering over him while he was lying on the beanbag with an ice pack.

We have his younger sister, she worried incessantly all afternoon.
When she was picked up, we learned that his arm was fractured and he was sedated so they could set it. Poor kid.

It was just one of those silly accidents. He wasn't doing anything wrong, just crossing the bars. Holding on with one hand and lost his grip. Fell on his other arm.

It's horrifying to have something like that happen to one of the kids. It really upset all the adults, but we don't let it show. We merely say lightly that, "He's going to be okay." and then change the subject or go on to the next item on the agenda for the day. Kids pick up on emotions as much as words, so we try to keep the conversation and mood light and friendly, not that we have kids getting injured like that on a regular basis. Poor guy.

So yeah, my feet and my knee hurt. And my back is sore. But it's not anything like falling off the monkey bars. Poor kid.