I get so wrapped up in my negative feelings about my forced spectator point of view that I forget the positives. I might not get to bop around and impress other moms with my super-mom abilities, but I get to have my daughter sit in my lap as we talk to our friends, and share in my son’s enthusiasm when he asks if I saw his awesome hit. Yes, I am forced to ask for help, or just sit and watch more often than not, but what a blessing that can be if I simply adjust my perspective. Because of my disability, I am able to be an active and passionate spectator who experiences the big moments, the little moments, and everything in between.