At therapy yesterday I decided to haul in Thomas' reverse Kaye walker. He hasn't used it in months due to the increased tightness in his legs. When I would have him use it he would toe walk, even in his braces, and I was so worried about his posture, not wanting him to learn to walk with bent knees on tiptoe.
But now things are different. The botox and serial casting have worked a miracle and he no longer is so tight. Now he can stand flat-footed and straighten out his legs. It truly is amazing to see the difference. Diaper changes are so easy now that his legs are easily manipulated and loosey-goosey. It's wonderful.
Which leads to yesterday and the walker. I carried it in since he had not gotten his shoes yet. Once the shoes were on it was time to cruise. At least, both therapists and mom were hoping for some cruising. Thomas was ticked because we had to take his books so he could hold on to the handles. He walked a few steps and then tried to get down and steal his books back, the little stinker. So he spent the rest of the therapy appointment crying for his books and begrudgingly working on his therapy activities.
At the end of the visit his mean ol' mama decided to make him walk out to the van. His therapists thought I was nuts, as Thomas screamed and stumbled out to the waiting room, eventually offering to carry the walker so I could carry Thomas. But apparently those ladies didn't realize that Thomas gets his stubbornness from his mama. I let them carry the walker to the door, and then I put my foot down. Slowly, screaming and crying the entire 20 feet to the van, Thomas walked, all on his own, with near perfect posture, flat feet, knees in proper position. He walked, mad at the world (but mostly at mama), each step marking an accomplishment he was oblivious to but which filled his mama's heart with pride. He walked.