The day finally came that the neurologist cleared Jackson for physical activity. It was like the sky opened up and a symphony of angels sang as the invisible straight jacket fell off of Jackson. He was beyond elated.
The neurologist said, “Jackson, you are a really fun and unique young man. I hope not to see you in this office again but I do hope to see you. I’m interested to see where life takes you, or where you take it.” And without missing a beat Jackson answered, “Dr. Reardon, we’ve already met our out of pocket max this year, you’ll probably be seeing me again.” Oh, Jackson. The doctor laughed and said that was going to be his favorite kid quote to date. I of course talked to Jackson extensively, as did Jay, about being careful with the one brain and body that God had given him. I pray physical, emotional and spiritual protection for my boys each and every day, and man, I’ll never stop. We have been so very blessed with such healthy and active children and I never want to take that for granted.
Looking back it seems insane that this possibility had even occurred to me but, I had worried that after Jackson having been on such severe restrictions that when he was finally cleared for physical activity he would be timid and not the same little adventure man due to fear of being hurt again. Obviously I want him to be careful but I didn’t want his spirit and spunk to be broken. Hmmm, let’s just say that I couldn’t have been more wrong.
So, the first thing that he did upon arriving home was to hop onto his pogo stick and get crazy. 
Then he did “extreme racing” taking corners on his bike in crazy ways. Yep, he did this to his right thigh a few hours after being cleared.
And then my favorite, the next day after I had told him to please be careful, he decided that this was a good idea. . . 
That’s right, he pogo’d down the stairs. When I said, “Jackson, you could die doing that!” He merely responded, “but I might not.” Ah, yes, thinking back on my concerns it makes me question my own mental acuity. Of course, and thank God, Jackson will always be Jackson.
On day 3 he crafted a zip line in our backyard using a cord taken from our baby trampoline, pvc pipe and carabineer.
Obviously the elastic cord wasn’t strong enough to hold him (or anyone) and he instantly sank to the grass. But I think he still gets an A for effort.
And there ends our concussion experience. Praise God that it’s over and that Jackson is doing just fine.
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