I think I have mentioned in the past that Oliver never paid much attention that his mom was different. He’s now 3 and is becoming rapidly aware of what other kids say and do. On pajama day at daycare he walked in the classroom eyeballing the kids to confirm his Batman jammies were the norm or he was going to pitch a fit and demand his “real” clothes back. I could read his mind as his big blue eyes scanned the crowd.
The kids who transitioned from room-to-room at daycare with Oliver are used to me and they don’t think anything about my crutches. However, new kids and the random ones who cross my path at night on the playground tend to greet me with a sea of questions. Oliver always listens in and likes to tell them that they are crutches and I use them to walk. However, I wonder at times what else is rolling around in that wild toddler mind.
So the other night as we were leaving Qdoba the conversation that transpired didn’t shock me. It still makes me giggle though…
OLIVER: Mama why do you use crutches?
ME: I was born without strong legs, they help me walk.
OLIVER: Do you use them cuz you’re old?
OLIVER’S DAD: Yeah, mama is really old…
ME: Nope, I need them to help me get around, my muscles are not strong.
OLIVER: If you eat more you’ll get strong mama
ME: I like that idea, good plan!
*dreaming of our pile of Easter candy*
I also caught Oliver imitating my gait when I walk without my crutches. I don’t use them around the house and can get around fine for short distances but my walk is not completely smooth. When I’m in the privacy of our home - I don’t care, it is just nice to be able to carry plates, laundry baskets and get a vacation from having to hold onto crutches. I know Oliver’s reenactment is crazy innocent and he just likes trying out everything he sees.
In my gut though, I know it is just the beginning, I can only imagine what is to come…