Today is a big day. My first ever disabled parking plates came for Pablo. It was exactly in May 2018 when I first got my temporary parking permit... so why am I happy about this?
What's most exciting about having a "blue plate special" (as I now think of it) is I don't have to remember that fricken badge! No more taking it off and on, switching cars, forgetting it in the wrong car (always horrible). Nope. Now it's just goooooo!!! Which is the whole point of Pablo anyway.
But it is interesting how quickly emotions change. My husband and I were just talking about this the other day. How we both remember what a big deal it was when I decided I needed a walker, now here we are with a wheelchair van. The same is true for the parking badges. I remember it being a really big deal to talk to my doctor about it the first time, now here I am with a "DP" (disabled plate).
I'm very happy that things don't remain a "big deal" for very long. That we become more fearless and just move on with the joy of living instead of freaking out over small things like mobility aides and "blue badges" (as my mother calls them). Anything to help me live a big, full life is wonderful and very welcome!
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