It was something that I always had in the back on my head, oh yeah one day we will apply. When we need it. I had thought in 5 or 6 years, you know it's for (lalalalala) wheelchair parking. Maybe we would never need it!
Then I started to learn more about it. It is for more than wheelchair parking, it isn't disability parking (like I had originally titled my blog - even though I didn't want to). It is accessible parking. A space that is closer and bigger to make things more accessible, easier.
It isn't supposed to be a token for a disability. It isn't supposed to be a sign saying someone in this car is different. But that is still something I am working over.
But I decided that today I needed help. Accessible parking would mean it would be easier to carry my 27lb (and only getting bigger - faster) child around. That there is that extra room for the stroller. And while I am still not sure if I will use it, or where, or when, I will have it. I will have it when all other toddlers are toddling with their parents into the store. I will have it when other children are tugging at their parents hands to run across the parking lot. I will have it when I am juggling my two kids and stroller (or full arms), because sometimes we do need things to be more accessible.
The application is still the first step. And I am still debating with myself about the need for it. But when I've talked to anyone else in the family (and friends) they are all glad I've applied and see the need for it.
I'm not quite sure if I'm happy that I've already stuck that letter in the mailbox...
