Teen Queen

Recently I came across a quote which resonated. “Disability does not mean inability.” {I can’t recall where I read it and a quick search reveals many people have said it so I give credit to them all!} It applies to our girl in so many ways. She may not speak but communicates in other ways. Her legs don’t carry her around all of the time but her wheels sure do. Little miss may not be able to climb out of the window or swear at me but she is┬áthirteen and a half and is wielding defiance like a sword!

The kid’s expertise at reading body language and facial expressions have helped her to develop epic skills of pushing my buttons! You may wonder how dear reader…let me tell you. It begins first thing in the morning when she has buckets of energy and I don’t. Getting her dressed can be akin to defending myself against a black belt with a wet paper towel. The legs kick {c o n s t a n t l y}, arms flail around and butt lifts off the bed with reps that would make a pilates instructor proud. “She can’t help it…she has cerebral palsy” you may think. Yes she does but she sooo can help it!

The attitude and determination with which she tackles life are a little harder to smile at when aimed at my stomach with full force before I have so much as had a cup of tea. She fools people with her sweet smile and delightful personality…there is a ninja hiding under that beautiful mane of hair. Let’s talk about planking. It may not be such a thing anymore but no one has told the kid. She times it perfectly. As soon as the hoist sling or two people lifting get close to her wheelchair under the impression that she is cooperating…boom. The head flings back…bottom up…legs straight just waiting for a selfie and social media praise for her extraordinary plank. Meanwhile poor helpers desperately encourage/plead/beg/yell at her to BEND. Guess what she does next? She laughs! Yep.

I often finish the morning routine in a sweat of exertion and frustration. A couple of days ago when she sat sweetly in her chair after a Tyson like fight to get pants on I asked her why. “Why do you do that when I know you can cooperate beautifully? Do you enjoy getting mum worked up?” Her answer? One of the most enthusiastic nods I have ever seen. So to anyone who may have thought the teenage years would be a little more cruisy with a kid with CP…umm no. Hormones still run rife and she finds a way to make her mumma crazy {ok, fair call…craz-ier!}. I have a little confession…I am a bit proud, she’s so clever even at my expense. But please don’t tell her. I am sure she has more weapons up her sleeve!

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