"Hello, yes, I'm calling about my daughter. I would like her to not use her walker and wheelchair as much as she has been. She is doing really well with her walking and I'm so proud of her."
"Yes she can use her pink canes but her walking is getting so much better and I would like her to walk on her own as much as possible."
The talking begins again but I'm lost in the first part of the conversation.
You are probably thinking that is me on the phone. That is my part of a telephone conversation being overheard.
It's not me. It's Grace. She is on "the phone" and in her lap sits one of her daughters. The one that is the most like her. The one she takes everywhere. The one she talks about the most. The one who has had surgery and therapy. The one that is sometimes disobedient and gives her brothers and sisters a hard time (Grace has 6 kids). The one that needs her the most. The one that has a really good mommy.
Grace and Cinderella cuddling after a long day.