When one becomes a parent, it becomes apparent (forgive the pun) that there are a great many things one is unsure of. Today was a great day for me, one of the first in a great many months that have been grey and clouded. Today I was able to take Rowan outside and play with him for nearly an hour. To allot of people that might not seem such a big thing, for me it is. These last few months I have suffered with my PTSD and have had little energy, or will to do much of anything, added to this was absolutely horrid weather and a procrastinating spring. Rowan, Dana and myself flew a remote controlled helicopter around the parking lot ( Rowan flew it as we chased it, and at times it chased us ) Then while the chopper recharged we chased one another around on the soggy grass below the apartments, flew the heli some more and ended the outing just playing in a pile of sand used to sand the ice in the parking lot. I wasn't sure if I would be able to drag myself out to play, however I am glad to say not only was I able, I was able to extend the length that we had planned to play into double. I know much of what I have added to my blog of late has been negative and gloomy, for that I am sorry,I now hope with this small victory to be able to blog on lighter subjects and more often. I read all my followers blogs, though I don't comment much these days and I hope you all read mine. It's nice to know that there are ears out there who listen to a voice in the dark. May God bless you all.
2 comments:
Though one hour is not that big to most people, I'm sure that one hour means a lot to you and your family. That one hour will contribute to your walks down memory lane. It will be one of those moments that when you reminisce you can't help but smile and feel warm inside. Cheers! To more happy one hours in our lives. Take care always.
Sounds great that you are getting out and about with your family even is it's just for a short time. :)
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