::This is a guest post written by Rebekah Taussig. After you read it check out her blog and instagram @sitting_pretty::
In the last couple of weeks, my four-year-old niece (aka, My Little Pumpkin Baby), has become curious about my paralyzed legs. “Do you use that wheelchair aaaaaall day long? Why don’t you walk down the stairs?” We chat about it. “I got veeery sick when I was littler than your little sister,” I say. “I can’t walk, but I can wiggle my foot.” I can see her turning these ideas over, but I’m not sure she’s grabbing onto any of them.