The questions flew out of them. They had to fly by the discomfort of adults who worried about me, as if they thought the questions would somehow lead me to guess that I was different and be hurt by that. But the words flew quickly by objections.
“Why are you sitting on wheels?”
“Because I can’t walk very well.”
That answer simply satisfied.
“Is it hard to get around?”
“Sometimes, but it’s really fun going downhill.”
That made them smile as they imagined the scene.
“Does it hurt?” came a quiet question from the smallest child.
“It doesn’t hurt to be in a wheelchair but sometimes it hurts when people stare.”
She nodded. The reality of bullying starts very early.
Then, they flew away. Some waving, some calling ‘bye’. Some just taking off home.
It was so nice to have a conversation about my disability and my wheelchair with people, many forget that children are ‘people’, who haven’t already decided what the answer is, or should be.
That’s always the best way to enter into conversation, isn’t it?