The day after our meeting with the low-vision doctor that I talked about back HERE
, Lucy came home with her new white cane.
That is how on-the-ball her teachers are.
When she pulled it out of her backpack (it folds up to fit), and showed us all how it works with a glisten in her eye, Dave and I looked at each other across the counter knowing inside as we locked eyes exactly what the other was thinking. Our hearts were breaking as we smiled trying to join Lucy’s excitement.
This is a good step. A really, really great one actually. She has been very defiant until now about NOT getting one of those things despite the fact that we’ve felt like it would probably be good for her. And suddenly she is realizing the beauty of what it can help her do.
But that doesn’t make it easy.
I figured it would stay in her backpack most of the time, and maybe she’d start using it gradually but a few days later when we were getting ready to walk to school she whipped it out and was ready to go. As we walked she told me, with a big smile stretched across her face, how much she likes to use it, and that it makes her walk “faster.”
And it did. She was pleased as punch using that thing along that sidewalk en route to school, and glowed with confidence and happiness when we arrived.
When I related that story to Dave he let me know that he had seen her walking home from school with it too. And that he didn’t want to say anything at first. It’s kind of a tender topic for us.
Over the last little while we’ve been pretty amazed with how much more confidence that thing gives Lucy. And it is so good. We feel so grateful. And we started getting used to that new thing.
It’s an interesting adjustment.
Just when I started getting used to the fact that she liked to carry it around, we went to the store together.
I was unprepared for the looks people gave. Somehow made it more real. It’s an outward symbol of something that is wrong. Which in so many ways makes it all right, but I don’t know quite how to express what’s in my heart about that.
There are all kinds of emotions rolling around in there. But mostly gratitude that that thing is changing the way she can maneuver and live life.
She clutched it through the whole “Fun Run” portion of the Turkey Trot, flanked with loving cousins and lots of people cheering her on.
And it is here to stay.
So I just wanted to introduce that thing here on the blog.
Because it will be showing up much more often around here.