July 02, 2014

Non Accessible

A very important word.  Because it halts life.

Trying to cross the street -- halted.  Do you know how hard it is just to cross a busy street that doesn't have curb cutouts because it takes two adults to lift and lower the wheelchair while you keep your third eye on the others trying to ensure that no one bolts out without looking, barking orders for someone to hold Eliza's hand?

Or how not fun it is when every single attraction is non accessible -- not even the "it is really hard but you can still do it through Herculean strength non accessible".  But truly, non accessible, as in, you can't get over the steps and the doorway is too narrow and you can't fit your wheelchair in, non accessible. so one parent has to wait in the car or drive circles around with Bridger while the other takes the kids to see the sites.

That was our stop in Nauvoo, IL.  Nauvoo is a significant place in the history of our church where the early members settled for a brief time before their travel began as pioneers across the plains to the west in search of peace and religious freedom.  Nauvoo has/is being restored to its original state with existing buildings being restored back into their original state and purpose, and foundations of other building being discovered and recreated to what they were.  It is a lovely little historic section of town replicating life as it was back in the mid-1800's.  The children enjoyed seeing the tinsmith, printing presses and bakery.  The loved even more hearing the stories of faith from journals of these early members of our church - some of which include their ancestors.  We had wonderful discussions with them about how faith drives what we do, how these people had faith in God and commitment to do what they believed is right  and how that parallels challenges in their own lives now to follow God.  We shared some beautiful moments.

5 of us, that is.  Because one of us and Bridger were always in the car or driving around, due to this non accessible element, to pass time.  Due to the heat which has causes Bridger problems, including seizures, we couldn't even take a nice stroll with him.  I was envious of the other families that were able to stroll down the sidewalk together and walk as a family into each site and enjoy the presentations in each.  You know how much Bridger enjoyed hanging in the car for several hours to allow the others to do this?  Not. Very. Much.  

This picture is from the one site that both Alan and I wanted to see, so Alan carried Bridger in and held him as we walked from room to room and carried his 65lb body up and down the very narrow staircase.  Bridger weighs the equivalent of two bags of mulch. Visualize yourself simultaneously carrying two bags of mulch around (and those two bags have to be carried on the same side of your body and be thrashing and wiggling) up and down steep stairs with a 5" deep tread and you can probably guess how that felt.

For what the other children gained, we agree that it was worth it.  And, non accessible only makes you appreciate the accessible that much more!

Back in our wagon we go.  Westward Ho!