The
chubby toddler legs carried her across my living room floor as they
gradually gained momentum plowing into everything in her path,
including Meghann. Most of the time, kids would navigate their way
around Meghann sitting on the floor. Once in a while the maneuver of
an unbalance toddler wouldn't be on target for the toy that was in
their sight. In these cases they would plow into Meghann climbing
over her like part of a monster truck show. When Meghann would get
knocked over it never upset her. She would roll over as if it was in
slow motion giggling like Tickle me Elmo. Meghann's laughter always
encouraged those quick little legs to make another run over her as
if she was a bowling pin in a game, and they were winning. Walking
would be a goal that Meghann would never successfully conquer then or
now. It was not from the lack of trying. We had the best therapist
at Easter Seals and in all of the schools that Meghann attended. Circumstances that were beyond any
human control made it impossible for Meghann ever to walk.
Did
it get better?
Walking
brought on a new set of challenges. Mobility equals playing
outside, going to parks, riding bikes, running and any other outdoor
activity. Many of those activities lasted as long as a child’s
attention span. It was difficult to keep Meghann participating with
other children. By the time I moved her to one activity everyone
would be onto something else. It was a battle that eventually Meghann
and I would lose.
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