Tonight is the open house at the elementary school and I am so grateful that I can look forward to this evening, rather than worry about it. In the past, Steve would have to come home from work early, load up my scooter and then we'd be off to the school where I would have to navigate my chair in the sea of adults, who were on a mission to find their child's' classroom. Plus, I'd stick out like a sore thumb as the only disabled parent.
These days, I blend in. I am a "normal" parent and don't have to fret about clogged hallways that clearly aren't ready for a mobility scooter. The BEST part is that I will really be able to walk around my daughter's classroom with ease. I can pretty much guarantee you that I will have tears in my eyes as I help unload the contents of Sharon's backpack in her new desk. And I will no doubt be giving thanks for the life I never thought possible.
After living the first 33 years of my life thinking I had Spastic Diplegia, a form of Cerebal Palsey, I was correctly diagnosed with Dopa Responsive Dystonia (DRD). I am on new medication and doing things that I never imagined possible. This has changed the lives of my husband and two daughters. I truly believe that I am living a miracle each and every day. Life can't get any better than this!