Monday, November 7, 2016

Backbreaking



I carry Ronan on my back.  Sometimes, it's because he's too tired to walk.  Sometimes it's because he isn't too tired yet, but he would be by the time we walked to our destination.  Other times it's because where we're going is such a short distance, it doesn't make sense to take out the bulky, adaptive stroller.  He'd be in it and then out of it so quickly.  

I don't mind giving Ronan a piggy back ride.  It isn't all the time, but the times it happens, other people think I shouldn't do it.  They have great reasons for me not to.  It's stressful for my back.  It's sometimes painful for me, too.  And there are other ways, like using the stroller, to get from point A to point B.  But sometimes piggy back rides are the fastest and easiest mode of transportation.  

One of the first times I wrote about needing to get Ronan on my back to get him home - after what turned into a disaster of an afternoon, happened a few years ago.  We've had our fair share of those afternoons since then.  Days when Ronan refuses to budge, getting him to communicate why he's refusing to take one step more with me isn't always successful.  Neither is doing a countdown, or redirecting him, or promising him that we will get to do what he wants to but only after he finishes whatever it is he's been asked to do.  
Those days are tough, but thankfully we've also had our fair share of pleasant, happy afternoons.  Like last week, when Ronan could've walked into the gymnasium but signed for me to help him.  

Even though he could walk

Even though he wasn't too tired yet

Even though he knew the routine and the expectations well

He reached up, looked at me, and signed for me to lift him up.  So I did.  I scooped him up and but him on my back.  Instantly, Ronan relaxed and rested his head on my shoulder.  He kept it there for a few minutes than rearranged himself so that he could rest his head on my other shoulder.  

Ronan struggles with so much, so on days that he needs me, I do as much as I can to reassure him that Mommy is right there ready to help.  If it's to get him a snack, to switch out a movie, to turn on a DVD, or to get him from point A to point B via piggyback, I am ready to help.  He clings to me for help and I to him knowing that he'll show me the way.    

xo, Cat 







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