"Mom, I've been in a wreck," was how CaveMan started the phone call. He immediately followed it by telling me that he was OK, but the truck was not driveable. Once I remembered to breathe and swallowed my heart which had somehow jumped up into my throat, I remembered to ask him where he was at. He was on his way home for Christmas vacation from college. I had been excited all day just knowing he'd be home when I got there. The phone call was NOT what I had been expecting.
But CaveMan was fine ... and the other two people in the accident were fine. And while it was true that his truck wasn't driveable, it's only because the front bumper got pushed back just close enough to his tire that the wheel couldn't turn. We have good insurance, in case the other drivers don't.
My baby is home. And maybe the best gift he'll get this Christmas is not what he finds wrapped under the tree on Christmas morning, but rather what he learned tonight.
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