Since I first used an Amazon FireStick, I love being able to become completely submerged in a series. I’m pretty sure this is the modern version of a soap opera. I have picked each mini series, and vigorously devoured each one.
I remember my first series I chose was called ‘lipstick jungle’. I watched that show as much as I possibly could in about three weeks￼￼￼. ￼
When the episodes were complete, I was so emotional. I felt like I had lost friends.￼ I could not believe i was no longer be able to watch their lives, and I did not know what to do with my time.
Anyway, this brings me closer to my next topic. I was scanning through and looking for another series to satisfy my hunger for more mind-numbing TV. This is when I came across what seemed to be a chronicle of intrigue and love affairs. Well in all actuality, this was a compilation of short stories regarding super-powers.
Need I say, this is not anything like what I would normally choose. These types of fictional stories are so far-fetched and sort of ridiculous. Then again I suppose that is the point.￼
In the first episode they portray a young girl, probably in her late teens, as trying to win some sort of beauty contest. She does win that title, and during her ￼￼ orientation she is described as being chosen due to her special and rare “super-abilities￼”!
It is the stupidest application of such a word, but as soon as I heard it I loved it.
Super-abled￼... Google gives the￼ meaning of super as a great or extreme degree. Whereas the definition of abled is ￼having a full range of physical or mental abilities. Furthermore, it is described specifically as the exact opposite of disabled.
Let me get this straight. I am, by all intents and purposes, and in our society, described￼ as someone who is disabled.￼￼￼ This must mean all of the people around me who can walk must be￼ extremely abled￼. I don’t think so.
As a matter of fact, there is a person in my life that I would describe as “super-abled￼”. ￼
She is my Mom!!
I think back on my childhood and try to reasonably understand the logistics of taking care of, not one, not two, but three daughters in wheelchairs.
I remember getting ready for school was extremely hectic.
Can you only imagine?
In current times, parents of children who are disabled often qualify, through insurance, ￼for some type of in-home care for their kid(s). At the very least caregivers provide some sort of respite and/or assistance in caring for their child. ￼
We had none.￼
Now it is typical for a family with a child who is disabled to have modifications in their home. I do not remember many modifications, but if there were any they probably would’ve been done by my parents.
Its also typical for the parents of a child living with a disability (physically significant enough to use a wheelchair for mobility) to own a vehicle or use a taxi with some sort of accessible conversion. At one point, I recall my Mom driving a Suburu. (Laugh out loud)
I realize parents raising children with disabilities have unexpected and excessive challenges. Parents work full-time outside of the home by necessity. ￼This, of course, leaves little time for the care of a disabled child (let alone 3).
I remember times as a child that I needed to be repositioned during the night, thus calling on my Mom. There were occasions that I needed to potty more often then￼￼ usual, thus relying on my Mom. And all of the times I acted like any other kid my age that couldn’t sit still or focus for long, thus... “Mom, can I get in my wheelchair￼￼?” “Mom, will you put my hair in a ponytail?￼” Mom, can we go to the mall?”￼ etc etc etc...
I am telling the truth when I say my Mom very rarely said no!￼
To this day, she would do anything for me.
She is in her golden years, and still super active and involved in plenty. She cooks, cleans, shops, and travels. She is organized, caring, humorous, beautiful and selfless. She is without a doubt well deserving of the label “super-abled”!
And, she is my Mom!!