Last night I cried. I cried a lot. I cried because I had to
get it all out of my system so that I could be strong today. You see, today is
a day I had hoped would never come. I had hopes that Alex would be walking by
now. The reality is that he isn’t and that is ok, but in order to help him feel
like his peers at school when he goes to Kindergarten in the fall we need to
get him a wheelchair. Yes, a wheelchair. Now you know why I cried.
It is a hard pill to swallow when you have to come to terms
with getting a wheelchair for your child. It is no easy fete and all I can do
is remain strong for my little boy. I have to be strong, positive
and encouraging while he is going through this so he knows that there is
nothing wrong about being in a wheelchair, that he should not be ashamed and to
tell him how great he looks. Inside I will be crumbling into little pieces.
Part of me feels defeated. Like this is the end, but it's not because I am not going to allow it. The wheelchair is to simply be used for Alex
to sit at the table with his classmates, to be transported down to the
cafeteria so he can eat with his friends and sit next to them in Art class and
Music Class. Nothing else is going to change. He will still sit on the floor,
he will still go on the swings and he will still roll around the floor. I will
make sure that the wheelchair will not be used as an out. I need him to be as
mobile as possible so he continues to build his strength so he can hopefully
walk someday.
Just this morning as I was in the waiting room at therapy,
in walks a little boy maybe 3 years old. He walked in using his walker and I
couldn’t help but smile immediately. He walked right up to the play kitchen
that was next to me and he stood and played alongside of his two brothers. After
a few minutes he fell down. His Mom said “Fix yourself, come on you can do it”.
She made the other children move so that he had room. He was on his back and he
rolled over, got to his knees, pushed up onto all fours and crawled over to his
walker where he pulled himself up to the walker. I stared at him as he did this
because there was something about him that reminded me of Alex. It was as if
this glimmer of hope was restored back inside of me as I watched this beautiful
little boy do something so amazing in my eyes. It was like I could see Alex
doing it as he was. I am really glad that I got to see that today. It made my
heart smile. It gave me hope and the strength to believe that everything is
going to be ok.
I am human and I can only handle so much. Seeing my child
struggle with certain things and to be on a completely different level than his
peers is hard. But in the end, he is who he is and he is amazing and wonderful
and I wouldn’t trade him for anything. I feel like that is hard for some people to understand. Why wouldn't I want my child to be "normal"? In this crazy world we live in, I am not sure what "normal" is. But I have a great kid who is happy and lovable and has changed my life so who would want to trade that?