Today was Elijah’s first 1st grade field trip. I went...well, me and my entourage. Haha. Ok, really it was just my mom, dad and I - but it seemed like an entourage. You see, I always envisioned going on field trips with my child and being a contributing person - driving other kids — chaperoning. Things are a little different now. My dad was there to push (it was mostly outside and the wheelchair is hard to push on uneven terrain), my mom was there to carry things, run after Elijah, etc and then there was me. I couldn’t do much outside on my own and wanted Elijah to be with his friends anyway, so he either had to join another group or one of my parents had to keep up with him (he runs EVERYWHERE).
I felt very useless. To be truthful, Elijah kept coming over to me, so I had a purpose in being there, but I feel like having a pity party. Elijah told me that he wanted me on field trips and that I was not in the way. In the end, that’s what matters. My parents did a great job too. Ok, enough is enough. Pity party over.