When my son was one and a half years old, I abandoned the wheelchair. It is difficult to carry it everywhere, there is no ramp, there are narrow doors, there are passages, and it is heavy. The child walked a lot, and already at this age he could withstand five hours of relentless walk, occasionally crawling over his neck.

When my son was two and a half years old, I went with him to the country store 3.5 km in one direction. A couple of stops for five minutes. I never complained, I never knelt. Neighbors were surprised, they and themselves would hardly pass that route, constant descents and rises.

A year passed. My son was three and a half years old. They came back from the store and he said, “Mom, I’m tired.” “How is it? You walked quietly and wasn’t tired?”

He looked at me, “Yes, I couldn’t talk.”