I have written three blog posts about this topic. And have deleted all of them. They were all caustic and sad. So, I have decided that I am going to write the opposite of the first three, and maybe this can still be honest and have a trace of positivity in it. Or at least some pragmatism.
‘Wheel’ and ‘chair’ are two words that mean very little to me. One of them is where I will toss laundry for 8-11 days, until it is finally time to fold it. But when you combine them, you have a word that strikes a chord. I get a vomit taste in my mouth.
Adelaide is getting a wheelchair.
Here are some positive things about one of the hardest things I have ever said in my life.
- She will be more comfortable. Her stroller isn’t supporting her very well anymore.
- People will stop calling her a baby and will realize that she is a big girl. She will be three in December.
- Adelaide will get to see things from a different point of view. Sitting up is much different from crawling or lying on the ground.
- If she does start walking, the chair will give her much-needed breaks. She tires very easily.
- She may learn how to move it herself. Independence!
- A wheelchair will give her more access. The stroller doesn’t always fit, since it exceeds ADA measurements.
I keep reminding myself that equipment doesn’t define Adelaide. A chair is just a tool. It doesn’t mean that we have given up on walking. Standing. A Bethesda pool moment. It just means that we are being realistic.
Plus, maybe we can use some of these ideas…
We don’t even celebrate Halloween, but I think we could just wear these to Target. Right?