Trains and Things.

So at my last appointment I asked my therapist if I should be OK taking my sons to a train show.

She says yes, pull the confidence line and all that good stuff.

Well she was right, I did do OK at the show. Part of it was because Big stopped to watch the train displays and Husband was doing most of the manning.

I cant tell you how overwhelming those shows are. We got Big some more trains for his Thomas the Train collection (BoCo, Fire Engine, Scrap car, and Sir Hat in his car) and also got him the start of his model trains we knew he would get into. His "Big Trains"

I learned how to make trees, and how the fanaticism goes. Some of the older generation were very willing to help us with our young conductor (and we are grateful for it) My father is picking out the engine, We have the control, the track, some cars and Big is looking forward to the big day when we put it all together.

This truly marks a bench point I've reached in my treatment. I can get out, they want me to. It hurts to do it, but that little bit of push to see how far I could go (which was no farther than I had been) was enough. It made me feel like I can have life again. Like maybe- there is something after this.

Its not like I ran a marathon or anything. I just walked a fairly small (school gym sized?) auditorium full of trains with my 3.5 year old (and his brother) Both of the kids got very overwhelmed so fast. There was so much input into their brains you could just see sparks coming out of their ears.

I'm still in awe of how I did. Its like tasting freedom. You don't realize how much you are a slave to your body until you count the things you cant do anymore.