― Michael King
last year six months ago I could not imagine Erin running about in the snow. Six months ago my three year old couldn’t walk. A dislocated hip, a shallow hip socket and a leg that couldn’t take her own weight held her imprisoned. Therefore to take Erin out in her first snow was pretty emotional. Wrapped up to look twice her usual size and with her hat pulled firmly over her perforated ear and new wellies pulled firmly on her feet we enjoyed the elements.
We walked the short walk to the park where the older children sledge. Erin found walking in the snow difficult and did need to be carried some of the way. However she was excitied by the snow and loved the simple joy of making footprints.
Footprints – a small thing but for me it means so much more. My beautiful daughter can now leave her footprints in the snow, in puddles, in paint or sand. Not long ago leaving a footprint anywhere was a dream, a hope. We marched, we jumped, we did little steps and we did giant steps.
In the park another mother was looking and smiling at us. I couldn’t place her as she had a hood pulled up and I thought I must know her. She then came over – someone I haven’t spoken too but I did recognise from Dylan’s school. She said how wonderful it was to see Erin walking in the snow – she commented that it was a joy to see her out of the cast. It has made me realise just how many people have been rooting for Erin, watching her progress from the sidelines. It shows that strangers care, that I live in a community.
The snow isn’t just for littles, it seems to bring out the best in tweens and teens alike. Chloe and Dylan enjoyed playing together, laughing together which makes a great change from the usual arguing!
The snow will soon melt away and we won’t see the footprints so visually but I will still smile safe in the knowledge that we are all making footprints.
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