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The Walker

Ok, let me level with you here.

This is Tessa’s walker.


I hate it.

We have actually had it in our home for quite some time.  It largely sat unused for several weeks, a giant elephant in the corner, taunting us with it’s slick silver bars and fake leather arm support.

Have I mentioned that I hate it?

I hated her orthotics just as much at first, though now that hate has mellowed to a slow burning irritation.  I struggle quite deeply with the fact that her disability is worn on her face.  I know that there are equally as many drawbacks to having a disability that is not visible to any Joe Schmoe, but I wish that I knew that some people, some day, would pass her on the street and not just see Down syndrome.  When there is equipment, well, it just draws attention to her challenges.

In any case, we have the walker now and while I hate it, I have had to slowly come around because it is what she needs right now.  So much of parenting is reminding myself that it’s not about me; it’s about my children and their lives and doing what is best for them to grow strong and independent.  So while I may carry my own insecurities about people having pity on the girl with the walker, the more important cause is helping Tessa get up on her own two feet.

How challenging it is to see our children fight their own battles!!

The milestone of the day for us (me, really) was that we took the walker out of the house for the first time.  When Tessa’s therapists came, they suggested a session in the park a short walk from our house.  So off they went, and Tessa, strapped into her little walker, just raced along the path, shuffling her little feet as fast as she could.

She, the child who cried at the site of her walker just three weeks ago, went about a quarter mile – all the way to the park, actually.  She made it.

It’s not about me.  It’s not about the people who gawk as they drive by us peddling on down the road.  It’s about Tessa, and it’s about getting her wherever it is that she wants to go.

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These boots are made for… crawling.

In case you were wondering, no, Tessa is still not walking.  I don’t expect her to in the near future.  In fact, I’m not sure that a human being exists on this planet that is less motivated to walk than she is.

No, really.

She can stand.  I’ve seen her do it. And she can travel across the room on her feet with very minimal support from an adult.  When she wants.

If she wants.

I’m not fretting about this at all, actually.  Quite the contrary.  Cool as a cucumber over here.  No, this is not sarcasm.  I know, I know, this is not what one might typically expect, given my attitude in previous posts.  One year ago, I was impatient.  I will still working on being “ok” with our own pace.

(In this moment, the fact that I was working on it is almost laughable.  I can’t figure out why, but right now, not being “ok” with a slower pace seems silly.)

In any case, we have put all the supports in place that she might benefit from.  Weekly therapy (which again, is not to speed progress, but to ensure that skills are developed correctly), Spio compression suit and pants, orthotic braces for her legs/feet, the most expensive pair of shoes I have ever purchased (they were 50 bucks… I’m cheap)…. Getting Tessa dressed in the morning burns as many calories as a session with Jillian Michaels.

But I digress.

She will walk, I am sure.  She just needs to find the right motivation.

As a side note, we met with our new pediatrician for the first time yesterday.  The appointment was great… Except when she asked about Tessa walking.  I literally had to bite my lip to keep from laughing when she suggested we try “putting some things in higher places so she has to work to get them.”  No shit.

The good thing is that Little Miss is indeed quite little, still under 22 pounds.  And, she is also quite cute.  Just look at how she charms her way out of walking with her Mimi today:

  

Girlfriend will get there when she gets there.  For now, I’ll just be thankful for the extra arm workout I get from hauling her around. After all, if she walks even half as fast as she crawls, we are in trouble.

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