Last night while I was at work I called home to check on Sarah. My sister was taking care of her and told me that Sarah was sliding out of her chair at the table and I might want to replace the dycem on it.
Dycem is a type of material that is a bit sticky. You put a piece of it on a chair and the person who sits on the chair cannot really slide around. They slightly stick to it. It's great for Sarah and I use it in one of her wheelchairs, on the trip-trap chair at the table and sometimes on the saddle when she rides. That way she can't hitch her pelvis forward and slide out/off.
So I made a note to myself to look at it today. This afternoon I ran my hand over it and it had definately lost its stickiness. In fact, it was slippery! It's a miracle she had not slipped right onto the floor. So, I grabbed a new piece and started to pull the old one off the trip-trap chair.
And suddenly, I stopped. Right in the middle.

I was hit by the memory of the day I had put this piece on the chair. It was over ten years ago. That red square of dycem had been on this chair supporting Sarah for a decade. For many meals, through countless teaching sessions, surgeries, birthday cakes, story books, sicknesses and many, many hours of playtime.
And I remembered how I felt that day when I stuck it to her chair. I had no idea what dycem was, Sarah was almost 3 years old and a woman from Early Intervention had brought it over for me to try. At the time I was making my way slowly through the maze of having a daughter with a disability, I was bewildered, hesitant and felt vulnerable. Sarah was a puzzle, to the world of Early Intervention and all the doctors. It was a scary, overwhelming time with many questions, of which no one had the answers. And I remember placing that dycem down and hoping it would at least help my little girl stay put in that chair.
And it did. Worked like a charm, keeping my sweetie safe.
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And so I became a little teary, thinking of that day so long ago and how I had felt in that uncertain time. And here I was all these years later taking that dycem off and replacing it with a new green square. I felt a little sad. But I am much more confident as Sarah's parent now. I know who she is, what makes her tick, how to teach her and what makes her belly laugh. I make decisions easily for her and can now help others with their special little ones. I've come a long way in a decade and so has my girl.

Good-bye old friend!
I think it deserves a frame, don't you? :)