We’ve finally made a decision about Aidan’s wheelchair. Aidan tested both a manual and power chair and we gathered lots of info. We listed pros and cons and got all sorts of advice. Then, together at the end of the day, Garreth and I had a heart to heart.
These conversations aren’t always easy. There’s the logical side and the emotional side. Garreth put it right out there that he didn’t like to picture his son in a power chair because he looks so…well…disabled. He looks like he can’t walk and, being surrounded by the masses who would presume incompetance, he looks like he can’t do much at all. In a manual chair, at least he’s propelling himself, looking like he’s all that.
We know it doesn’t make sense, but that’s the ugly truth of what our hearts feel. Sometimes it’s exhausting being the one who has to believe extra hard to make up for those who would believe less of my child.
So it may come as a surprise that we’ve chosen the power chair. It’s a beast. Sure the manual chair would be easier for Garreth and I to manage, to bump up over curbs and maneuver in tricky spots. However, Aidan has proven himself to be quite the competent driver…really. In just three weeks he’s learned to turn, stop, and choose direction with purpose. Now he just needs to learn to go backwards and to follow.
As we come out of that dark momentary space, we’re so dang proud to see Aidan be the boss of his world in a new way. He’s got wheels, he’s got power, he’s got smarts…watch out world!