And we had no idea the road which lay ahead of us. We didn't know enough to be scared or ask the questions. Will she see well enough to read like her friends? Will she be able to pass a drivers test? Will she be able to see the difference between shadow and a ledge, a solid curb and ramp, and will biking with her to IFA be the most trying, nerve racking 20 minutes of my day?
When she is on her bike her disability is glaring. This is not the Boo you all know. This is the Boo who showers with the curtain open because she has no vision in low light. The Boo who has to have her gym list read to her because the print is too small and close together. The Boo who cries when she can't see something that everyone else can see.
Whether she is behind me or in front of me when we bike I have to see what she can't. I warn her about dips, poles, curbs, and other bikers. But honestly, I don't know what she can and can't see. She is incredibly patient with my constant announcements. Patient with herself.
This is crazy she can't see, she shouldn't be biking....I thought it. I could see us, how we had fought our way through something so simple and yet so complex:: a bike ride.
It's good to do things you shouldn't do.
And it's good to know you have a great friend who gave you a tandem bike for when you need it!!!