I was reminded again today of my limitations, although in a good way.

My 10 year old granddaughter spends 2 or 3 Mondays  a month with her papa and myself due to her schools four day school week and more days during the summer months. I will never forget her response to my frustrations when I wasn’t able to accomplish something that I wanted to do. With hands on her hips she would say “Grandma, ask for help, just ask for help!” Ah, the awareness of a three year old!

She’s likes to stay busy during her visits with chores, arts and crafts and outdoor play. 

Our project for this particular day was to put together a gingerbread house. The picture on the outside of the box showed a sweet, all supplies included little house that looked fairly easy to assemble. My brain said “sure”, my hands said “good luck with that”.

I participated as best as I could and we finished in a few hours. My granddaughter did most of the intricate work and I have to admit that it turned out pretty good, despite the frosting refusing to stick to the actual gingerbread. 

Looking back to when I first became non-ambulatory, I realized that my eight grandchildren living near me had never known me before being wheelchair bound. I remember thinking how unfair it would be that I couldn’t play on the floor, or run around with them as they grew. How surprising it was to realize that they loved me regardless of my disability and how accepting they were of me. The best part is that they are so much more aware of and comfortable around not just me but everyone that has a disability. Such a great lesson for them and me!