Picking out a wheelchair with your daughter is a lot like picking out a prom dress — there are loads of choices, it doesn’t happen often, you imagine the time she’ll have in it and hope it’ll be magical. And then it has to fit well, of course, and… (read more of the essay here).
Ali says
December 14, 2010 at 12:10 amI read about you and your family on Jezebel today and just wanted to stop by and say that as a young woman, i look up to the way you’ve been able to strike a balance between career and family. Your strength is inspiring and both your daughters are beautiful. God bless.
Ellen Moore says
February 5, 2011 at 2:09 amThanks Ali! Some days are better than others. I’ve been off the blog for awhile working super-long days. Worked nearly 22 hours yesterday. Ugh. Can’t be a very good mom doing that! God bless you, too.
Barbara Boucher, OT,PhD,PT says
December 14, 2010 at 2:37 amWhenever I have been involved with a wheelchair order/fitting – the parent knows what to expect. Brian probably knew what to expect – looks like it anyway. I hope your daughter’s therapists are there to help fit the chair when it arrives. I think the prom dress analogy works.
Ellen Moore says
February 5, 2011 at 2:08 amWe’re still waiting on the chair. I’m hoping I can make it to the next fitting 🙂
LL says
December 14, 2010 at 4:17 pmCompartmentalizing has been my sanity saver. But even that has to be balanced, or one runs the risk of disconnecting to protect one’s self from pain. It’s a tricky, but it sounds like you’ve got a handle on it. And that is wonderful, and inspiring to read.
Robin says
December 27, 2010 at 10:24 amHope you found shoes to match! Loved your essay, Ellen. Wishing you a belated Merry Christmas.
Ellen Moore says
February 5, 2011 at 2:07 amOooh! That’s a great idea 🙂