We weren't running late. Not really. But, a little bit.
She is so well organised that everything was already ready.
But, everything was just a bit out of kilter.
First, we took the Noisy Sister to her preschool.
Locals, you will know the railway underpass that only fits one car. Most people are polite and respectful and follow the rules. This morning, we met a driver who liked to play games. We were there first and had started to drive through the underpass. There were no cars.
And then, there was a car, and the driver started to push through.
So, Mum stopped.
And, they stopped.
So Mum started to drive.
And, so did they.
So, Mum stopped.
And, they stopped.
So Mum started to drive.
And, so did they.
And, this happened three times.
So, Mum flashed her lights, to let them come through.
And he flashed his lights.
And so, Mum drove.
Because of that driver, she was shaken up.
You know how people can do that to you sometimes.
And then, when she drove me to school, she had to drive 'around the block' a bit, because a car was partially blocking the driveway to the disabled parking spot.
She gets a bit worried sometimes, at school pickup and drop off times, because our car is big. It's big for my wheelchair. Our car doesn't have reversing cameras and she is worried around the kids.
When Mum got back in front of the school, she pulled in to park in the disabled parking spot. It's perfect for me. She has room to get the wheelchair out and put me in it, and it is safe.
Then, a man ran up to her. She was feeling flustered and thought he might be angry at her.
But, he was apologising to her.
Mum was almost teary and she didn't really speak to the man. He apologised for parking over part of the driveway, so she couldn't drive in to the disabled parking spot. Mum said it was ok.
Then, she realised how genuine and nice the man was being, and she looked him right in the eye and thanked him.
Sometimes, empathy and support will make you so grateful you can cry.
Thanks for running up to talk to Mum, even if she didn't really talk back.
(She pretends she is tough, but she's not. She worries a lot more than people know.)
And then, with everything, Mum had her first 'disability' sad school morning. She was thinking about the other kids, and how they run off and hang their bags on the classroom hooks. She was thinking about the way they hold their friend's hands and skip off together, to play.
I can't do that.
She has to hang my bag up.
She has to tell the teachers anything about me.
She can't watch me run up to my friends, smile and start playing.
She is so impressed with my school, my classmates and my teachers.
But...
Today was just one of those days.
Carol
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