About Me
- Peggy
- I am a below knee amputee. More importantly, I am also Mommy to two boys, a very active 10 year old (Robby) and an mischievous toddler (Timmy). I have learned that being a parent with a disability can create some unusual and sometimes humorous situations. This blogger is available for hire! Let's talk and learn how a blog can expand your business.
Tuesday, July 01, 2014
Clear the Aisle
Despite my constant pleas, directives, demands and downright begging for
clear pathways for my knee scooter, I am constantly kicking toys and
maneuvering around obstacles just to get around the house. For whatever
reason, I just can't get the boys to understand the importance of
keeping things off the floor right now. I contemplated putting a trash
bag in the basket of my scooter so that I could just pick up and throw
away whatever toy or item was carelessly left in my path, but I quickly
realized that kicking the items out of the way is much easier.
Maintaining my balance while bending on my knee scooter is not an easy
feat and would surely lead to a fall.
Instead of
taking the time to pick up their clutter, I have perfected my technique
to kick it all under the couch. During the past two weeks I venture to
guess that a platoons worth of plastic army men have been declared AWOL
because their Commander-in-Chief failed to have them retreat into their
storage bin. Numerous pens, magazines, game CD's, one television remote
and several batteries have all suffered the same fate. Although all of
these items are small and seemingly benign, they all pose a hazard if I
had run them over with my scooter.
The past few
months have been difficult for all of us, and I am struggling to
maintain my patience. I don't want to be the Mom and Wife who constantly
complains and places demands. That being said, using the knee scooter
is already difficult. Forcing me to maneuver around various items
carelessly strewn through the house makes everything harder. I wish that
I could get everybody to appreciate my situation without being labeled
as a nag.
I realize that my immobility is
inconvenient for everybody, but I find myself wanting to remind the boys
that I am the one without her leg. I love them dearly, but I am
fighting the urge to scream and throw everything which impedes my path.
Being without my leg is difficult enough, I don't think that asking for
an unobstructed way to the bathroom and kitchen is too much to ask!
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