Yesterday I pulled up alongside the park ready for some serious fun with my youngest sproglet. Hopping out of the car he made an excited dash for the gate before stopping in his tracks when I beckoned for him to wait because I needed to get my stick. Looking serious for a moment, my little T.rex searched around on the ground before gleefully picking up a stick and calling out, “Here’s a stick, Mummy!” He looked so pleased with himself for having saved me the bother of rummaging around in the car; I’m not entirely convinced that he quite comprehends what it means to have a mummy with ‘bad legs’.
As it happens, being a mummy with bad legs has become a bit of an issue of late. You see, my children’s school has moved to a brand new site, which is much closer to our house. Had I the legs for it, the school run would be a mere 10 minute walk away. But, as things stand, I have to load the kids into the car, while a succession of onlooking families trot past our driveway on their way to the same school. I can’t help but think how incredibly lazy I must look!
All of this means that I’m beginning to feel plagued by a serious case of Mum Guilt. My kids so badly want to walk to school each morning and I so badly want to be the one to walk with them, but I feel as though I am letting them down. My son even said to me, “I wish you didn’t have MS so we could walk to school” – Ouch!
Now I am busy plotting a list of ways in which I could perhaps accompany my kids on their walk to school:
1) I could drive very slowly alongside them as they whizz along the path on their scooters – tailgaters would love this!
2) I could take my wheelchair and the kids could take it in turns to push me, then I could find one of the other parents to push me back.
3) I could invest in a mobility scooter, or an electric wheelchair or – most fun of all – an electric scooter with a seat! Now there’s an idea…
Whatever I decide to do and however I decide to play it, these moments are precious and I simply cannot let MS take them away from me.