This mom's freaking out a bit, here.

Tiger's Eye had his MRI, looking more closely at a "lytic lesion" in his tibia. I know too much sometimes, you know? Until we know more, I'm trying to have him sit as sweet as a magnolia blossom, but he went to his best friend's house, and, judging from the grass stains on his shorts that he has no clue where they came from, that didn't happen.

At least he's not too worried about it, I suppose.

I guess I'll worry more when I know more. Monday...I'll know Monday.

Stuff like this makes you realize how much life your kids breathe into you, and the large percentage of each breath a mom takes is for her kids. He's been with me the longest, and I still see his little face after the C-section. I remember so clearly asking the nurse if I could kiss his forehead, him yelling at the top of his lungs. It clicked then, the mother instinct. He was mine. I had to bring him up and get him ready for the world--my responsibility, and the overwhelming love that responsibility brought.

I am sending the worries away (yeah, right) until Monday, but prayers are welcome.