The Last Time I Sat in the Floor

When my husband and I visited his parents years ago, he would sit on the couch and I sat on the floor between his legs. I think my mother-in-law thought I hated her couch, but I was genuinely more comfortable sitting in the floor.

I don’t actually remember the last time I sat in the floor, but it’s been probably a decade.

If I’m in the floor now, I’ve fallen and neeed assistance getting up. Possibly assistance from cute firemen.

I never thought much about getting up and down until I couldn’t do it. Things like dropping to the floor to pick something up were just part of life. Then I hurt my back and became permanently disabled.

Now I can hardly bend over and my legs are unreliable. I’ve gotten used to it, but I see people at concerts sitting on the lawn while im in my wheelchair and feel a little envious.

I don’t feel too envious. Accessible seats are in front of the lawn and have a great view. But I do miss sitting cross-legged on the ground.

It’s really not about sitting on the floor, of course.

The thing is, my life is really great in all the ways that matter. I have people I love, work I love, graduate school starting soon, and more happiness than I ever expected.

But every now and then I see people sitting cross-legged on a lawn waiting for a concert to start, and I think:

I’d like to do that one more time.