How amusing to witness these 9 little pairs of eyes trying to figure out ME. The funny thing is, my nieces & nephews can find it hard to view me as an adult, largely because I live with my parents aka their grandparents. In their short lives & based on their knowledge, one “fact” they think they know is that adults don’t live with their Mom & Dad. Thus, Aunt Amy = what?
4 Subjects about me that the Kids & I have discussed
• Walking without a cane – though my brain stem’s neurotoxicity causing total imbalance AIN’T NO JOKE:
“You can walk without your cane!” a nephew shouted . . . & that is true, on an extremely, & I stress extremely, limited basis. I can occasionally walk fairly safely around my ranch-style house cane-free; although admittedly, there have been times when I thought I could get around my one-level house minus my needed balance assistance &
* slipped wearing slippery socks & fell forward – HARD – onto my hard unforgiving kitchen floor,
* fell on 2 different occasions that resulted in smacking onto the hardwood floor so hard that I broke bones each time,
* & too many other instances to name them all – Although I do have a dream that in Heaven, God will have a bloopers reel of all the times I’ve lost my balance & wobbled precariously; fallen unharmed into weird things like my toilet; & crashed quite UN-gracefully into a chair, onto the ground, etc (I love to laugh at myself & would happily share those chuckles with others too).
My Femur post-surgery with a titanium rod & screws in it
• Utilizing my cane to retrieve stuff out of reach:
“That’s cool!” exclaimed the little guy of 8 upon watching me stretch out my arm & use my 33-inch cane to grab an out-of-reach ball we were playing with in his basement. So now he knows besides helping me safely walk, the cane can also be “cool” because the metal stick can reach a desired object without the person having to move to get to it. (The kids associate, like most people, only elderly people using canes, so I laugh – rather than becoming offended – along with them when they inevitably pretend to be a shuffling cane-toting old frail person.)
• Not having hair:
“Why don’t you have hair?” my 3-year-old nephew asked me the question that all the kids have asked at one time or another, at his house just last week. Not wanting to make a big deal of it or scare him by saying I lost my hair when I was sick so that he then thinks when he gets sick his hair will also fall out, I consciously nonchalantly reply that I don’t want any hair so I shave it all off. Keepin’ it age-appropriate . . .
• Can you swim?:
My nephew wondered so I answered that yes, I can swim, & his Mom as well as our other sister can all swim very well thanks to the instruction of our Water-Safety-Instructor & former lifeguard who wishes he was a dolphin, Dad.
. . . Looks like I’ve got a pretty long way to go before these invaluable youngsters get any sort of true grasp of my unique situation – how in their young lives they wonder aloud why in the world Aunt Amy isn’t married with kids (that’s what they think everyone grown up is supposed to do) but instead lives with their Grandma & Grandpa; uses a cane; has no hair; the list continues – since a mere 3 days ago my 3rd youngest nephew informed me that he “knows” that all I do every day is text with friends on my phone (an activity I don’t frequently engage in so it’s quite amusing to think of how his little growing mind arrived at that false conclusion).