We ordered a wheelchair for Finn in July. It rolled across our threshold last week. About three months overdue, but it’s here and we are thankful!
Daycare tells us that he won’t let his chair out of his sight. If they tuck it away somewhere while he’s filling his pockets with sand on the playground, he’ll yell, “Chair! Chair!” until they bring it back into view. Have you ever seen a child under 2 years of age in a wheelchair? Operating it by himself? It will undoubtedly bring tears to your eyes. Finn is a mighty little man.
Though the thought of a wheelchair in my home was unfathomable about a year ago, it’s here. Parked in the back corner of our living room. And I don’t hate it. It allows my boy the chance to be independent, naughty and mobile. So I’m thankful for the wheelchair…and for insurance–who though painfully SLOW–has helped provide it for us.