06/10/2020
Dear Mr Kaye Walker,
I am somewhat surprised to say I miss you. I certainly didn’t want you in the first place. I didn’t want to have to admit Freddie needed a walker. I didn't want the pity. My heart broke a little the day you arrived.
Of course, there are definitely things I don’t miss. I don’t miss your ridiculous folding mechanism. It was stiff, illogical and my memory of where the button was seemed to wipe clean every time and, looking like a fool, I stood there turning you upside down, desperately trying to find the blasted thing. Moreover, I don’t miss that you were festooned with football stickers. Clearly inferior to rugby in every way, I was tempted to attack you with a Sharpie and turn those balls into something more properly shaped. Finally, I don’t miss how Freddie turned into a hooligan as soon as he stood inside you, charging at top speed, seemingly feeling that table legs, cupboard doors and other people’s legs were not barriers he should need to avoid.
But I loved what I thought I’d hate. You made my boy different. Whilst walking in you, he walked with confidence, a beaming smile across his face as he chased after his brother. Freddie loved, for once, being independent, not needing to worry about falling over, happily ‘helping’ me around the supermarket. I loved how people smiled and how they would look at him with fondness as he walked past or charged into their legs. I loved how you made people ask questions, wanting to know his story and about his cerebral palsy, telling me stories about disabilities their own loved ones have overcome. I loved how you showed me how kind people in this world are and how lucky those with disabilities are to live now with so many people wanting to help and to understand. I miss those stares now. I miss the questions. I miss being different.
Happy Cerebral Palsy Day Mr Walker. 💚